"You're actually here," Lance said in shock. "No Lucas?"
I barely got him to let me come here... especially since we just made up last night. I mean he was reluctant to let me
I actually don't know why he agreed.
"What's this trip about again?" I asked pulling my suitcase along with me.
"Remember that contest that I won? An investor wants us to get more immersed in everything so they're holding a retreat for all the actors and production chosen," Lance said. "I'm out of my depth bro. I need someone powerful who has my back before my vision gets butchered."
I see. "It wasn't your vision to begin with," I said.
"It became mine once I wrote it down. Now the investor is over there," Lance pointed to a group of students from the drama department crowding one guy.
My heart instantly dropped as I saw a familiar buzzcut.
Decimus...
What the fuck?!
I totally forgot about him! He'd done nothing at all since tampering with the crane and now... what the fuck was he planning?
