Our banter was interrupted as soon as we set foot downstairs. Now the nightmare started.
“June, June, June!” It sounded like a chant.
“Is that your girlfriend?”
James burst out laughing. “Who? Her?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Does someone like that look like my girlfriend to you?” he demanded, pointing at me.
“She has a stupid name and look at how her hair is,” said one of the girls.
“And she’s dressed in boy’s clothes,” added the other.
I would’ve wanted to flip them the bird so much, but that wouldn’t’ve been a good idea given how their parents would certainly be around.
“James, you’re too good looking for someone who has a bunch of cemetery flowers for hair.”
Listen to the mouths on these two evil little brats.
“I see we understand each other,” chuckled James, the only one amused at all.
I saw him give the girls high fives as I adjusted my bun. Suddenly, one of them motioned for James to crouch down to their height to whisper as secret in his ear. The whisper accompanied by childish giggles bothered me, but whatever the girl said to him made James shoot a brazen look along my whole body. He lingered on my breasts without shame.
“Yeah, you’re right. They really are big,” I heard him whisper convincingly.
“Cut it out!” I screamed, crossing my arms to cover my chest. I wasn’t going to be bullied by two little kids and a total moron.
I decided to go up to Jasper, who was sitting alone at the dining room table. He smiled at me and passed me the orange juice.
“Hello, June.”
I jumped on my seat when I heard Jordan’s voice slice the air.
I adjusted myself, pretending not to be there at nine o’clock in the morning on a Sunday wearing his son’s clothes. I needed to take a damn shower. That was the first thing that crossed my mind.
“I thought I’d see you this afternoon.” He thought he’d see me this afternoon?
I turned quizzically toward the man and looked at his tall, solid figure. He was always elegant. Jordan sat at the set table and continued to smile politely. His square jaw was so perfect that it seemed like it was a drawing under a light veil of blond beard. Suddenly, I realized that I was being weird staring at James Hunter’s dad.
June, cut it out.
“Where?” I asked hiding behind a glass of juice.
“Your mom and I organized an exhibit at your house.”
“Ah.”
“You didn’t know?”
“I haven’t talked with my mom in a bit.”
And even though you look like a Greek god, it’s your fault.“What exhibition?” I feigned interest.
“It’s for charity, there will be a few people there.”
I heard giggles—James and the girls were making faces at Jordan, who glared at them.
