As the hand on my mouth was removed from mine, I immediately looked at my back to see who dared to do such a thing.

"What the heck, Lucas?!" He adjusted the glasses he was wearing and then looked around a few times.

"Dianna, I need to talk to you." He grabbed my arm but I shook his hand.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" I asked him emphatically. He pulled me to the side again.

"Dianna please, I need your help." I sneezed.

"Even if you die you will get no help from me!"

"Please, ...