“What the hell, Kai?” I yell into the phone, but laughter greets me from the other side.
“Calm down, little criminal. No one is stalking you. I just saw the books on your coffee table this morning and told Leo, who decided to be a little asshole and tease your friend with the information.” A sense of relief washes over me.
“So you are not watching us right now?” I ask, just to make sure.
“Of course not. Who would do such a thing?” Kai sounds suspiciously calm, and I can’t tell if this is a lie or not. I choose to accept the information as the truth instead and end the call without a goodbye.
A moment later, my phone vibrates with a message.
Biker Boy: Hanging up on me is kind of rude, little criminal. We might need to teach you some manners.
I smirk while reading it but choose not to reply. Let him sizzle in his own game for a little while.
Kai
“Why?” I say as I smack Leo on the head with my phone. “Why did you have to mention the fucking book?”
“I’m sorry; it slipped out.” Leo tries to apologize, but I hit him again.
“You’re the worst stalker in the history of stalkers,” I say and smack him again.
“Ouch.” Leo rubs his head.
“You big baby, that didn’t hurt.” I hit him again.
“Dude! Stop fucking hitting me.” He grabs my hand in midair before I have the opportunity to collide it with his head. “To be fair, I didn’t want to become a stalker to begin with,” Leo argues.
“Oh well, now you are one, buddy,” I joke as I sit back in my seat on the couch. We’ve been back in the apartment for a while, but all we’ve done is order Chinese food and watch Noah and Rachel read.
“Fine, I’ll admit this was a mistake. I shouldn’t have told him about the book,” Leo says as he takes a bite of his food, his eyes never leaving the TV, where the feed from the cameras is now playing.
“Do you think we should stop watching them?” I ask as I take a bite of my own food.
“She believed you when you said you’re not stalking her, right?” Leo asks instead.
“Yes.” At least I think she did.
“Then no.” Leo is too invested in this.
“Where did the guy who scolded me about stalking go?” I wonder aloud.
“He got invested in her friend.” Leo grabs a spring roll and stuffs his mouth with it. “Now shut the fuck up and watch your show.”
“I’ve created a monster,” I joke and grab the last spring roll before said monster eats it too.
“In my defense, I told you this was a bad idea,” Leo informs me.
“In your defense, you have been stalking the same people I have,” I inform him in return.
“Fair.” Leo takes a sip from his beer, and I grab the bottle from him, taking a drink for myself.
“You could go and grab your own, you know,” he tells me, but I know he doesn’t mind. I have always done this, and he complains every time but always shares his drinks with me in the end.
“And you could find your own cameras to watch Noah from.” I take another sip from the beer bottle.
“Technically, I paid for those. You charged the bar’s account.” Fuck, that reminds me I need to transfer the money back from my personal account. I take out my phone, log in to my internet banking app, and wire the amount to the bar’s account.
“Now you haven’t; I transferred the money back,” I announce with a smirk, and Leo tosses me a pack of napkins that was sitting on the couch between us.
