7

"Hello," Lucas jumped into my lap after finding me sitting on the university campus; I liked that about her, that she had green spaces where students could spend the time they had in short time before their next classes.

Some had to stay early in the morning and took advantage of the space to share with their classmates.

I smiled and gave him space to lie down on the tree he had taken, fortunately, since they usually always occupied the shade and it was not very pleasant to stay under the sun while it was hiding.

"Were you able to hand in the pending work you had," I asked and let go of the cell phone where I had lost myself for a moment from reality.

"Yes, you're my hero, Amy," he replied before giving me a tight hug, and I just thought of that word.

""Heroine," said the guy I had helped, catching me off guard, as he wrapped his free arm around me and attached me to his body completely."

It was that manly built man, too much for my eyes, who had caught the attention of all the women present by his great bearing and the way he could make you fall for his game of looks.

He had gray eyes that were too dark and deep that if they had fallen on me at that instant where I was, I would have preferred to stay in the club as an ornament than to move and question what he wanted to express with his gaze.

How could he go from being somewhat indomitable to an alcoholic who was on the verge of dying from unconsciousness?

If I hadn't seen him in that miserable state, I might not have dared to stand even two meters away from him.

I had no idea who he was, and he didn't look exactly my age, yet I had never seen him around the university, and just remembering his face, I looked for him among the people moving around.

What if he wasn't?

There were thousands of students, but I would have managed to remember his face.

Most likely.

"What are you thinking about," he questioned after I had become immersed in my thoughts.

"Ah, what happened at the party. Nothing important."

"Puff," he snorted, "That party was crazy, just so you know. However, the best part was that you tried to help the delicious one you treated like a dirty rag," he rolled his eyes, and I grimaced.

"What did you expect? I had to make him throw up. He looked miserable; you know what? It was a bad idea to remember," I clarified as I turned my cell phone back on and settled back into the wood of the tree, ignoring my friend.

"Well, it turns out you're an unknown quantity to the crazy psychos at this university," he replied, and I put my cell phone down to look at it. What was he talking about, "Did I catch your attention?"

I snorted, rolling my eyes.

"What do you mean I'm an unknown, well I always have been, but to which crazy psychos at this college," I looked at him curiously and he held up his cell phone.

"For you crazy psychos," she pointed to the group she participated in on Telegram, where the most interesting women at the university had created a private community to talk about the topics they were interested in.

Most called them crazy psychopaths, why they shared personal information about the men they were interested in and stomped on anyone who got in their way.

I sighed, my heart starting to pound.

In the background were some photographs that had been taken just as the dark-haired man arrived to help the gray-eyed one; his posture looked even more intimidating and large when seen in that perspective, where I looked like a small creature next to the two of them.

"What the fuck? Why did they take pictures of me?"

"You weren't dumb, but they were obviously interested in seeing those hotties at a college party, and you fell right in the middle of it," he looked at his cell phone, typing something in there, "You can't see your face thanks to the darkness, or else they'd be looking for you like wild animals to ask what kind of connection you have with them," his dark eyes fell on mine, and I didn't know what to respond to that.

Having crazy women secretly obsessing after me for helping an alcoholic?

No thanks.

"You're not from college, are you?"

"Nope, that's funny," he leaned back in the grass, "Can you imagine if they were from the college they played with that day?"

"That would be highly inappropriate."

He laughed, "Inappropriate, that would be crazy. It's like they came to cause a stir at the university just by existing; the funny thing is that he another," he pointed to the red-haired man in the photograph, "He hadn't been seen anywhere else at the party, he just suddenly came there with you," he said, and I raised my eyebrows.

Although I found that curious, I had nothing to do with them, whether they were from the university or another, or neither; I limited myself to helping the one who didn't know his name.

Oh no.

I did.

＜"You almost died, you idiot," I replied, "I should have let you..."

"There you are, Iah," I was interrupted by a raspy voice behind me, and I gave a gasp as I saw a shadow almost twice my person appear on my side.＞

"His name is Iah," I said without thinking, after remembering that short moment when the red-haired man appeared calling out to him.

My friend turned in surprise, "Who?"

"The one with the kind of grayish hair, the other one called him Iah," I replied, "Yeah, he looked like he just came in looking for him; he didn't look drunk or anything."

"Iah?" he smiled, his eyes lighting up. I didn't know why he was making that face, "What a sexy name, have you ever heard of it," I promptly denied, "And the other one, what's his name?"

I lifted my shoulders, "I don't know, I just heard the name of the one I helped."

"Can you imagine him having a similar one?"

"What do you mean?"

"To be just as sexy as the owner," I rolled my eyes.

"You think names are sexy when the person fits your standards," he looked at me for several seconds, feigning indignation, which he clearly knew I wouldn't believe, and then dropped his mask smiling.

"Those two, they didn't fit, beautiful; they made my standards and what you already know I have between my legs tremble with fright," he commented slyly, giving me a pretentious grimace, and I pushed him away.

"I'm not interested in what you felt between your legs, thank you," I shook my head, and my friend guffawed in amusement at what I was provoking.

"Ya, like you've never felt that," he snorted, "I'm your best friend; it's my duty to know even the dirtiest things in your sex life."

"First of all, I don't have an active sex life. And secondly, it's no best friend's duty to know about those things unless I choose to tell you," I assured him, and he rolled his eyes.

"You're such a spoilsport. You have to at least assure me that you felt something when you saw them, something down there," he pressed, getting too close to my face and I recoiled quizzically, "Confess, sinner."

"Yes, I am a sinner, I can't deny it, but what I felt, what does it matter?"

"My God, Amy, what you're missing," he smiled meaningfully, and I lifted my shoulders.

He got on his cell phone after rolling his eyes, and I watched him as he typed in the chat room, where at least a thousand women from the university were participating. I wasn't in it, since you'd have to have some relationship with the leaders of the group and I didn't get along with any of them.

Besides the fact that they were pretentious and pretended not to be jealous of each other, my personality did not match theirs. Superficial and in the mood to get everything for free without any effort or taking advantage of the efforts of others.

|The grey-haired boy is called Iah if you want to know.

Lucas

He and I stared at each other for a few minutes, intrigued, when a sea of messages began to flood his cell phone, both in the group and privately.

"You just opened the cages of the crazy psychopaths," I said, and he opened his lips in surprise.

"I had never imagined they would react like that."

"They call them crazy psychos for a reason," I lifted my shoulders, "You're famous now."

"I'm a celebrity who knows the incognito of those women."

"She's got to stay incognito, doesn't she," I pinned him down hard so he'd listen well, and it would be clear to him that I couldn't use my attempt to help or myself to get girlfriends.

Much less the approval of that group of animals, who devoured everything in their path, and I didn't want my best friend to end up worse off or fall into an anxiety to meet them that I couldn't deal with.