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"Hi!" jumped into my lap Lucas, after finding me sitting on the university campus; I was pleased about that, that it had green spaces where students could spend the time they had in short order before their upcoming classes.

I smiled and gave him room to lie down on the tree I 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.

"Did you already manage 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 very dark and deep gray eyes, that if they had fallen on me at that moment 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 something indomitable, to an alcoholic who was about to die?

If I had not seen him in that miserable state, perhaps I would not have dared to be even two meters away from him.

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

What if he wasn't?

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

That was most likely.

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

"Ah, about 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 him," I clarified and ignored my best friend.

"Well, it turns out you're an unknown quantity to the crazy psychos at this college," he replied and I put my cell phone down to look at it, "Did I get your attention?"

I snorted, rolling my eyes.

"What do you mean I'm an incognito to the crazy psychopaths?" I looked at him curiously and he held up his cell phone, pointing to the group he 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.

'Men'.

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.

"Why did they take pictures of me?"

"You weren't the target, 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."

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

No, thank you.

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

"No, it'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."

"Inappropriate? That would be crazy. It's like they came to cause a stir at the university just by existing, the funny thing, the other one," he pointed to the black-haired guy in the picture, "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 whose name I didn't know.

Ah 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 gasped as I saw a shadow almost twice as large as myself appear by my side.">

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

"Who?" he looked at me in surprise.

"The grey haired one, 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 it before?" I promptly denied, "And the other one what's his name?"

I lifted my shoulders.

"I don't know."

"Can you imagine me having one like it?"

"What do you mean?"

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

"You find names 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 mockingly, giving me a pretentious grimace and I pushed him away.

"I don't care to know what you felt between your legs, thank you," I shook my head and my friend laughed in amusement.

"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 among themselves and pretended not to envy each other, my personality did not match theirs. Superficial and with the desire to get everything for free without any effort, or taking advantage of the efforts of others.

| The gray-haired boy's name is Iah, if you want to know. |

Lucas

He and I stared at each other for a few minutes, intrigued, when a sea of messages started flooding his cell phone, both group and private.

"You just opened the cages of 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, you idiot. You're famous now, congratulations, they'll eat you alive."

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

"And I should stay an incognito, shouldn't I?" I fixed him hard, so he would understand that he couldn't use me for attention.

Much less the approval of that group of animals, who were devouring everything in their path and I didn't want my best friend to end up worse off.

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