“No, I mean, with him.”
“Sorry, why do you care?”
I was convinced that there was something unresolved between James and Brian.
“I don’t give a flying fuck,” he retorted, looking at me with his blue eyes.
“Maybe I’ll head out.” I shrugged, as if I didn’t care about it.
“Do whatever the fuck you want,” he spat.
“Unless you or Will tell me what happened at Tiffany’s famous party last year.”
James shook his head and smiled unexpectedly, his two dimples making him look like his brother.
“You’re out of your mind. Is your mom this manipulative too? Would she film my dad in underwear and blackmail him for money?”
I smirked haughtily before crossing my arms.
“I’m even worse.”
James kept smoking with narrowed eyes, without saying anything else.
“I’m going to class,” I repeated, seeing that he didn’t want to give in.
“Um.” I heard him grumble something while he took one last hit then put the vape pen in his pocket.
“Wait. Where the fuck are you going, White? Come here.”
“Where?” I asked looking around.
“Out.”
“But class just started—”
“Do you want to talk to me or listen to an asshole blathering on about equations until your head explodes?”
Instead of waiting for me, James walked out the emergency exit door. I saw him take off his jacket, loosen his tie, and sit on a step. His back curved when he looked for something in his pocket.
What would June do? Go to class, duh.
I looked up at the sky, taking it out on nobody but myself.
June White, go to class.
It was too late now. I was already crouched on the stairs.
Every time that he sat next to me, I noticed how tall James was.
“So you don’t know,” he hinted, making his usual movements with his ring-clad fingers.
“No. What should I know? I only know that you tried to take advantage of Amelia at Tiffany’s party.”
“Eh?”
“You heard me,” I said.
“Did she really say that to you? Weren’t you friends?” He looked surprised, and raised both eyebrows.
