“And guess what? My son is coming too.” The exuberant giggles stopped immediately.
“No, your son is going out and won’t be there,” retorted James, sitting down at the table. Jordan seemed confused, while Jasper stifled a snicker.
“You’re always the same.”
“Do I seem like someone always saying bullshit, Jordan?”
James’s tone was provocative, so much so that his dad was aggravated. I sensed it from how he furrowed his brow.
“James, please, not in front of the girls. And try to show up wearing something decent at the event.”
“Are boxers and knee-highs okay? Or are you saying your MILF friends will start stuffing my underwear with dollar bills?”
The girls burst out laughing, James smirked goofily.
“Don’t be like this in front of your brother!” thundered an irritated Jordan.
“I didn’t swear.”
“Ah, no?”
“Well, to be honest,MILFis an acronym, not a curse word,” I clarified. My observation got a disapproving look from Jordan.
“What’s a mill?” intervened one of the girls, running toward us.
“June’s mill!” burst out the other.
I swore now I was going to get up and hang them on the wall by their pigtails.
“Your mom,” retorted James laughing, while Jordan snorted, at the limit of his patience.
“Girls, go play in the living room. Your mom’s gonna pick you up soon.” The blond heads trotted toward the couch and stuck their tongues out at me on the way.
“It’s all really great,” I said, trying to show a semblance of manners when I was actually stuffing my face with waffles and muffins like there was no tomorrow. Meanwhile, James was scrolling on his phone, sprawled out on a chair.
What else could he be doing other than texting one of his friends? The guy woke up every morning spoiled for choice given the hundreds of girls who trailed behind him.
Not to mention how the competition doubled if the guys counted too.
I didn’t know why, but that stupid thought made me really sad. I ended up eating without talking until James broke the silence.
“Now that I think about it, it’ll be fun.”
“You like spewing so much bullshit, James,” I spat bluntly.
Jordan glared at me immediately. He didn’t seem to appreciate vulgar language.
“I heard William Cooper’s parents are back in town.” He changed the subject, piquing my curiosity.
“Will he be there too?” I asked, coughing because the juice just went down the wrong way.
“I don’t know, I think so.” Great, it’ll be embarrassing.
I was capable of diffusing any situation with James, maybe thanks to his sarcastic ways. In some ways we always managed to banter. But it wouldn’t be that easy with Will.
“Where are you going?” Jordan called to James when he stood up after chugging a glass of milk.
“Here you were so hungry and now you aren’t eating anything,” I muttered.
