“Asshole.”
Then a thought crossed my mind.
What if James was looking at Will and not me every time I caught him staring at us when Will and I kissed? Only my mom could’ve created such a reactionary way of thinking. They were friends and that was it, regardless. And my gut confirmed it. But I would’ve wanted to have the same certainty about Jackson.
So I hung up and went to the bathroom to get washed up and changed. I was confused, irritated. It didn’t bother me that James had made out with a guy, but I didn’t love unforeseen events. I didn’t know what to think.
First Will with his unpredictable behavior. Then James.
I put on my pajama shorts, but when I opened the bathroom cabinet, my eyes fell on the curling iron.
Then a vibration caught me off guard, making me spring toward the bed.
Hunter:Coherence is overrated
I blinked repeatedly like it would help me understand James’s sentence better.
June:Wow, that’s deep
Hunter:We’re home safe and sound. Happy?
June:Thank you
I found myself smiling.
Hunter:You’re already thinking me? It’s not yours. You have to give it back to me
What was he talking about?
June:I’m thanking you because you always take care of Will, despite everything
Hunter:You can sleep there with it for tonight
Oh, he was talking about the stuffed animal.
June:How kind, James, but maybe you’re forgetting that I gave it back to Jackson
Hunter:Are you sure?
I stared at the screen, then went downstairs and opened the front door. The teddy bear—with its gentle, dopey expression—was sitting on the porch swing on the landing.
June:You’re such an idiot. Thank you
I wrote it without being able to wipe the smirk off my lips.
Hunter:Just because of this?
June:Did you do anything else that you want to be thanked for?
Hunter:Maybe not yet
Hunter:Why’d I always have to think badly?
June:What do you mean?
Hunter:Do you wanna do it again?
I tensed up right away.
