"Erica, wait…" Luca's words made me turn back to face him. We were rehearsing for my big play, and he was surprisingly good at acting, well I guess he’s a senior for a reason.

I masked my own acting skills, saying, "Don't tell me to stop."

"Please," He pleaded. "I beg of you. I just want you to hear me out."

I took a step closer, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Hear you out? Why should I?" I questioned "All you've done is show me how bad you are, while I've been trying to make you happy. ...