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The first thing that I noticed when I woke up was my heavy breathing. Waking up with hard breathing actually concerned me. I am a 17 year old, a cheerleader in the varsity squad. So the amount and the depths of my breathing were actually like whoaa maybe I'm not in a good shape as I thought.

The next thing I noticed was that my wrist was burning. Like my wrist felt like it was on fire and there was nothing I could do about it. My eyes sprang to tears and I frantically blew cool air on my arm, but the relief I was getting was zero to none.

My next move was immediately dashing to my restroom. Oh my gosh that thing is my throne. It is beautiful; a walk in closet, a large mirror for when my friends and I have makeovers. It's like those mirrors that have large lights around every edge.

My eyes blurred, and it seemed like with every step I took, my wrist burned more and more. At this point, I'm literally crying and my legs can't seem to hold my weight anymore and my legs are shaking uncontrollably.

I get to my sink and turn the water on ice cold. The relief I felt is actually quite concerning. I rested my head on the cool counter and I thought why the hell my wrists were burning as much as it was.

After minutes of deliberation, my eyes popped open. My tattoo is here. I immediately started to turn the water on a warmer setting, because if you pull out your wrist from under cold water, the tattoo will go away almost immediately and you'd have to go through this entire process again. And you do not want to go through this again.

After my wrist was in warm water for the allotted time, which was 2 minutes, I took my arm under and braced myself to see the person that I would spend the rest of my life with.

You have been friends with the person for a long time and no matter what you tell yourself: You deserve this guy.

Confused, I looked at my wrist. We usually get the name straight out, not clues. And the only time you get a clue is when the person that is your tattoo mate is yours and yours only. I know that Lucas got his already, but he will not tell anyone, and I think the only person that actually knows is Zay. He told the big blabbermouth what his tattoo is. I mean, he hasn't said anything to any of us, but still.

I'm lowkey offended, just saying.

My door opens, and standing there is Lucas Friar, up and out of the place I last left him: under my covers.

I honestly do not know what happened, I honestly don't. The only thing I know is that Riley, Farkle, Lucas, Zay, and I went to a party. Man it was lit. The next thing I know I'm waking up in Lucas' room, clothes thrown all over the room. I looked at the chest that is in front of me and I felt my heart and everything in me drop at the sight in front of me. For my sake, for his sake, and most importantly, for Riley's sake.

I guess I moved a little too much, and the person's eyes opened and I saw seafoam green eyes looking back at me.

"Fuck." we both say at the same time.

I turned off the water and I got the towel and wrapped it around my wrist and turned around to see those two beautiful seafoam eyes looking at me asking me if I was okay. I rolled my eyes and asked him, "Ranger Rick, what are you doing here? There's no rodeo here so…"

He looks back at me, with a glint in his eyes and he walks up to me and says, "We never started Round 3. And you promised me that." He says walking up to me, with his voice deep and dark.

I rolled my eyes, a little bit of guilt seeping through my body, knowing that the both of us kept up with this arrangement. Even though Riley and Lucas broke up, everybody knew that Riley was hoping that she would be able to live out her romantic love story with him.

"You woke me up with your excessive cursing. Sure, you were whispering, but damn, I heard them loud and clear." Lucas says, holding in a laugh. "What happened? I heard little patter, which I'm guessing was you running to the restroom, and then water running. You're not sick right?"

I can sense that he was about to freak out, so I cut him off before his mind could go on a rabbit trail. "Huckleberry, calm down. My tattoo came in, and it was burning like a bitch so I ran in here."

I saw Lucas' expression go into instant panic and I understood why. I mean, if he had told me that his tattoo came in, I knew that this arrangement that we had, it would have to end. I told him that it's just a clue, nothing too serious.

"Well, if it isn't that serious, then what is it?" He asks me, reaching for my wrist. I pull my wrist away just as quickly as his arm came out to grab it.

He looks hurt and I felt my heart jump and squeeze telling me that you knew that you were going to hurt him, but oh gosh you don't and you just want to give him the world, no matter if you end up hurting yourself in the process.

"Well? How about the Round three you promised me?" I rolled my eyes and I take him into my room and throw him onto the bed and I instantly see his eyes darkening.

I know I should feel guilty, but as he starts Round 3 with gusto, with his head between my thighs, and as he starts to thrust into me, I can't find it in myself to care.