My nerves have officially left my body. Dinner's been going really smoothly, and every so often, I'll glance over at Walter and Bridget. When I do, Walter's hand is either covering Bridget's in a caring manner or he's looking at her with this kind of love that I'm not familiar with. I can't help but feel slightly envious that Teddy gets to be raised by two parents who seem to be so happy in their marriage. I haven't spoken to my dad since the divorce 9 years ago.

The staff comes to take our plates away when we hear the front door open.

"Lucas," Walter whispers to Bridget of who just walked in. The suspense of meeting Lucas is at an all-time high for me. From the sounds of it, he's evidently the rebellious child of the family.

"Typical," I hear Teddy mumble under his breath as he reaches for his crystal glass, taking a sip of water. I don't miss the sound of his tone – there's a bit of envy to it, which is a contrast to the rest of what I've seen from his personality so far.

A slightly taller boy than Teddy finally walks in wearing a black trench coat over a gray sweater and black jeans. His hair is messy and wet from the rain outside, but nothing about him appears unattractive. Suddenly, he looks up, and that's when I realize that I've had enough surprises at this house for one night.

Because Lucas Bennett is the boy from the Metropolitan Club. Well, the asshole from the Metropolitan Club. And I'm shocked.

My first thought is: What is my luck? My second: How can two brothers appear to be so different? Don't get me wrong, I barely know Teddy, but right off the bat, he gave me the notion that he's this sweet, considerate guy. And Lucas? Well, right off the bat, he gave me the notion that he's this arrogant, cold douche.

I won't be the one to say it, but he smells of alcohol, and I know that Walter and Bridget sense it, too, when they give each other a disappointed look.

"Lucas, where have you been?" Bridget finally asks her son. 

He sucks his cheeks in as he thinks about what to say. "Uh," he scratches the side of his temple with his index finger, "Marshall needed help with something." He doesn't even try to make his words not sound like a lie.

He searches the table and that's when his eyes land on me.

"And what something was that?" Walter asks, but Lucas doesn't answer his dad. He's too busy glaring at me with his mouth wide open. "Lucas," Walter says, trying to get his son's focus.

Lucas finally shakes his head, snapping out of whatever daze he was just in, and clears his throat. "Uh, sorry," he says, slowly peeling his eyes away from me and back to his dad. "Uh. Girlfriend stuff."

"Well, I hope that he's okay," Walter says with sarcasm in his tone, and Lucas brings his eyes back to me for a second time. Though, he doesn't let them linger for too long.

"Yeah, he'll be fine. I keep telling him that he's better off without one."

Lucas pulls out the chair that's across from me but I look away. I feel his eyes on me, though. Those grayish-blues that I remember so well from the night at the Metropolitan Club. 

One of the staff members approaches the table and pours a glass of red wine for Walter and Bridget.

"You know what, Linda? I'll take a glass, too," Lucas tells her.

Walter glares at his son before shaking his head subtly at Linda, who clutches the wine glass to her chest and walks away without serving Lucas.

"I think you've had enough to drink tonight, Lucas," Walter says in a low tone and Lucas lets out a condescending chuckle.

"What are you talking about?"

"C'mon, Lucas. We could smell the whiskey on your clothes the second that you walked into the house," Teddy interjects.

"Teddy," Bridget shakes her head, warning him not to get involved, and Lucas snickers at his younger brother.

"You're such a dick," he scowls. 

"Lucas! Language," Walter shouts. 

"You know what?" Lucas says, licking his lips. "I'm not hungry." He removes the napkin from his lap and pushes the chair out.

"Lucas, don't leave," Walter says to his son, but it's no use, because he does.

Once he's out of the room, Bridget drops the napkin from her lap and scoots her chair out. "I'm going to talk to him," she says, but Walter stops her.

"Bridge, honey, let him be."

"Let him be? If I let him be, he'll come home drunk again."

"I'm going to talk to him tomorrow."

"And what makes you think that he'll listen this time, Walt?"

Walter pursues his lips together as he thinks, but he doesn't answer it because he knows that she's right. Lucas clearly isn't one to listen.

I look at Teddy but he turns his head the other way, and I think it's because he's embarrassed by his brother's actions.

And me? All I can think is, this is Lucas' world and they're all just living in it.