[Emery's POV]
[Favor]
"Calm down," Lawrence said and motioned for me to sit down when I was about to storm out and dragged him with me to where Lance was.
He stifled an awkward laugh as he said, "Sorry. Sorry. It came out all wrong. Nothing . . . happened to him."
I glared at him and remained on my feet.
"Lance is alright," he urged.
Only did my body relaxed, and I slumped back on my chair.
"Start from the beginning," I commanded.
"Right. Actually . . . The reason why I'm here is . . . I want you to save Lance from the evil clutches of that witch, Jennifer. My parents already warned him time and time again that they don't like her because she's evil, but he won't listen! And I was too busy these past few years––!"
"Wait. Wait. Wait."
I held my forehead at the sudden onslaught of news that Lance was still in love with that girl.
Ah . . . that familiar pain again.
