"She texted us, Nate. Look!"
My breath catches in my throat as his words register, and I glance down at Ellis' phone. There she is doing the thing we've been waiting days for. Violet texted the group chat. The content is definitely not what I was expecting.
"JAMIE!" I bellow. "Grab your phone and get in here!"
"Fucking,what?" Jamie stomps into the living room, looking pissed. At least he listened. I see the outline of his phone in his sweatpants right beside his thick shaft. My mouth waters.
"What is this?" I ask, my voice husky. Ellis nudges me, so I clear my throat. I give him Ellis' phone as I remind myself this is about Violet and what Jamie might know. Not his cock.
Jamie's eyebrows furrow as he reads her message. "Jamie likes the color black because he's a baddy. Ellis likes brown because he's apoopyhead," Jamie recites, humor lacing his tone. "And Nate likes gray because of his gray hairs."
My jaw clenches tight when Jamie bursts out laughing. He tosses the phone back at me and shakes his head while pulling his cellphone from his pocket.
"What the hell do I say to that?" Ellis asks, looking slightly indignant but thrilled at the same time. Jamie laughs some more, and I can't help the twitch of my lips. It was funny, but still, the little brat made fun of my gray hair. Maybe if we weren't completely on her no-trust list, I would enjoy her words more.
"Don't get your hopes up." Jamie snorts around his words. "V's just drunk."
Sitting up straighter, I feel my gut clench with concern. "Can she even do that? Is she on medication for her injuries? She shouldn't mix meds with booze."
Levi gave us some more information after we followed him to Blue's house. He tried telling us it was none of our business, but when Jamie rolled up, he sighed and let us know what the doctors said. A lot of rest and over-the-counter painkillers when she needs them is the plan.
"Obviously," Jamie replies, sounding distracted as he types a message out. "She knows that. Plus her family wouldn't let her mix that shit if she were on medication."
He's right. They're very protective of her and watchful. "Will she be okay?" I wonder instead, knowing she must be incredibly intoxicated to unblock me and Ellis. The message is whatever, but the fact that she textedusis concerning.
"Not sure..." Jamie trails off and sits down on the other side of the couch. "As long as Cassidy didn't give her weed brownies, she should be fine."
"Shouldbe fine?" Ellis forces out between his clenched teeth. Being offended by her mention of my aging hair is the least of my concerns.
"Listen,poopy head," Jamie taunts, barely sparing my partner a glance. "She fell down a cliff, hurt herself pretty fucking badly, got her heart broken by you two dipshits, and is now super drunk. It's likely she will call crying at some point, so get your shit together and help her through her evening if she reaches out to you."
"Do you think she'll call?" I sound like a schoolgirl excited about the idea of my crush calling me. Fuck, I want to hear her voice.Needto.
I don't care if it's to cuss me out, I'd give her my soul if she would just fucking talk to me.
Jamie shrugs without looking at me. I'm starting to think he's texting Violet on the side. I don't blame him, but I do want to know what the hell he's saying to her.
Standing, I stretch and grab my phone from the coffee table. I give Ellis a kiss on the forehead as I move to sit by Jamie.
"Don't even think about it," he growls, still not fucking glancing at me.
I've already thought about it, and now I'm gonna do it. Plopping my ass on the cushion beside him, I toss my arm over the back of the couch. "What are you doing?" I ask, trying to be nonchalant, except his signature cologne has me aching to lean in and give him a lick.
Scowling at me, he shifts away, but the dumbass put himself in the corner. If he wants space, he will need to stand up and move.
"None of your fucking business," he snaps and looks away. His long, dark hair hangs loose, adding shadows to his cheekbones and dark eyelashes.
"She messaged again!" Ellis' energy is chaotic and a little hyper. I would be too if there weren't so many shattered pieces keeping us from Violet.
Neither Jamie nor Ellis care to share, so I open the message on my device and grimace. "Violet likes all the colors because she feels like she can't figure out who she truly is?" I'm scared Jamie might be right, that her night might end in tears.
Another vibration draws my attention to a new message from her. This, I read out loud, word for word. "Oh and if you mix all the colors, it gets yucky. Brown. I'm a poopy head too. I hurt the other brown lover first after all."
"Jesus, Ellis fucking say something," Jamie demands, fingers jabbing at his phone. I should tell him it doesn't seem like Violet is in the right headspace to actually read his words properly, but I let it go. Jamie has seen her like this a time or two, it seems, so I'll follow his lead.
"What the hell do I say to her?!" Ellis snaps, standing from the couch to pace. His face is red; all signs point to him getting angry.
Jamie scowls at Ellis and puts his phone down so he can lean forward. Ellis stops and sucks in a small breath at the dominance pouring off of Jamie right now. Jamie might not bewithus, but he still fits with us perfectly. Right now, he knows exactly what my partner needs.
