“I told you, you have to sharpen your reflexes, White.”
4
June
“James!”
I couldn’t move a muscle. All I could do was open my eyes to meet his cold gaze.
The moonlight made his facial features pale, enveloping his sharpest features.
“What are you doing here?!”
I felt the pressure around my wrists slacken. James released my chest from his weight, allowing me to breathe again.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” he spat, picking the knife up off the ground.
“I didn’t think it was you!”
“Using this? It’s not even sharpened!” he remarked, examining the blade.
Both hands flew to my mouth. “Jesus Christ! What if I hurt you?”
He burst out laughing, and put the knife on the windowsill. His amused snicker made me lose my temper.
“You know what? I actually want to kill you, Hunter.”
“Oh really?”
James feigned indignation as he took a joint out of his jeans pocket and squatted down on the porch steps.
“I could’ve done it with the justification that I thought you were someone else.”
“I told you I was taking a walk, dumbass,” he retorted, as he filled the paper.
“What’s that got to do with anything? I thought you were with Tiffany.”
“Then don’t think.”
I crouched down next to him without thinking too much about it.
“Why are you here?”
He raised an eyebrow, pretending he didn’t understand the question. He always did that, and he did it on purpose. Insufferable.
“You heard me.”
“I’ll finish this and head home,” he said, licking the paper.
“Did you come just to smoke outside my house?”
“I didn’t want to be at home.”
My mind went instantly to my mom. I had a feeling that she’d lied. So that’s why she didn’t chew me out when she knew perfectly well thatI went to sleep at Amelia’swas a lie. It seemed like she was a gold medalist in lying. That devious liar wanted to hold on to the world record.
“I wonder why they’re sneaking around behind our backs,” I mulled, whispering.
James clenched his jaw as he narrowed his eyes. He lit up the freshly rolled joint then shot me a steely gaze.
