“Oh my god! You made out with Jackson?” James mocked him cheekily, imitating William’s indignant expression.
“He’s talking about Tiffany,” I specified, nipping that little misunderstanding in the bud.
I got up and went to the bathroom solely to hide my face, which was red with embarrassment. I turned on the water and pretended to wash my hands, but I could still hear William’s voice.
“James.” I held my breath.
“What are we doing?”
“I’m smoking, what about you, Will?”
James seemed to love beating around the bush.
“Come on. You know what I’m talking about.”
“What are your intentions?” James talked with a serious voice.
“You disappeared with her, James, and today you’re here. Still with her.” Will’s observation didn’t seem to find any objections.
“And?”
“You can’t stay away from her.”
“You’re wrong. You’re the one who can’t, Will.”
“I just want to—”
William stopped because James shot him down curtly. “Be careful what you wish for, William.”
Followed by silence, so I decided to go back to them.
“You’re still smoking even though I told you not to?” I asked, without getting an answer.
James took two steps toward Will, who had just made himself comfortable, stretching his legs on my quilt. He brought the joint between William’s lips, who breathed in the poison while keeping his eyes on me.
“Will’s smoking in your room,” said James in velvety voice, without taking his eyes off his friend’s lips.
Then he came close to me, pushed a lock of hair behind my ear, and put the filter that had just touched their lips in my mouth.
“And now Snow White’s smoking too,” he murmured, his eyes plunging into mine. I blew out the smoke in his face, but it didn’t seem to bother James.
“So you’re sure?”
William’s uncertain voice called me. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I decided to sit back next to him. “Sure about what?”
“Do you want us to just be friends?” he whispered.Yeah, but not like last night.
“Yeah, Will. I think this is better.”
Meanwhile, James walked away to keep smoking.
“So now you’re back to—how do you do it with the drugs?”
I tried using a distraction, partly because I was genuinely interested in William’s well-being, partly because I didn’t want to broach the subject of June and Will in front of James. If a June and Will ever even existed.
“My mom found empty boxes, but I’d actually lightened the dose weeks ago.”
“Why?”
