"Haven't I told you not to use my computer for sketchy websites?" Andrew growled, grabbing his collar and tossing him onto the couch.

"Ouch!"

Ten minutes later.

Lucas Bush sat on the floor, nursing his swollen face with a pitiful look. "Andy, you're so heartless. You really don't love me anymore..."

Andrew shot him a cold glance. "If you're done whining, get lost."

"Wait up! I actually came here for something important," Lucas scooted closer. "So, Shortie's ...