“I was just drawing attention to your bad behavior.”
“Bad? And tell me, princess, who would determine that?”
“Well, if you have a girlfriend . . .”
“Taylor isn’t my girlfriend.”
He inhaled a breath of smoke and exhaled it furiously.
“Does she know that?”
“What the fuck, you sound like Jackson. Yeah, she knows that perfectly well.”
Soft sounds drifted in the background, maybe it was cars or people talking.
“White?”
“Huh?”
I watched his slim figure stand up. James put his hands in his pocket and stared at me with his cutting gaze.
“Will asked me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“To swing by your house before going home,” he said firmly, his gaze fixed on me.
“Oh, yeah.” Of course, who would’ve ever thought otherwise?
“I would’ve never come otherwise. But—”
I hung on to every word spoken in his slightly gruff but at the same time deep and entrancing voice.
“But what, James?”
He moved a lock of hair with a flick of his wrist and walked down the driveway.
“But I always have my phone with me. Even when I’m sleeping.”
“So?”
“If you need anything, you can call me.”
>> <<
“I ate rice cakes for two days.”
“That’s great, Poppy, but that’s not for me.”
I wasn’t just talking about diet food but also the umpteenth invite to the millionth party. I tried to refuse, but it seemed to be the topic of the day. The girls talked about it like it was the event of the century.
“And I drank water, so much water.”
“I can’t come,” I repeated, while Poppy made some strange faces.
“June, I’m definitely not missing it after these sacrifices!”
“Sorry, why did you eat that crap? Doesn’t it taste like Styrofoam?” Video chatting with them was rather entertaining chaos.
