Page 44 of James

“Awkward moment last week when Layla and I went out to dinner, and the blonde twins show up,” Chase says, visibly cringing. The twins are two girls that used to party at the house a lot. A lot. Awkward is an understatement, although I’m sure Layla is used to it by now, since Chase has been around town and back. Twice.

“Does Layla still get pissed?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Chase’s grunt in answer enough. Kade laughs, earning himself a glare. I walk over to the jukebox, and put on a track.

“James, who's gonna be your best man?” Kade asks, glancing over at Chase. Here we go.

“So, I’ve decided-”

“Let me guess, you are choosing both of us,” Chase cuts me off.

“Hey, you two both did it.” I say, smirking.

“I know. I just wanted to see who your favourite brother was,” Kade teases. Not this again. Having three in the family is sometimes a curse.

“I like you both equally,” I say diplomatically.

“Riiiggghhhhtt,” Chase says, with an ‘it’s okay we won’t tell Kade’ look on his face. I laugh at his expression. Not many people get to see the playful side of Chase, but trust me, he can be pretty damn hilarious at times. My phone rings again from an unknown number. I hit the green button.

“Yep,” I greet.

“James, I’m at your house,” a female voice croons. I still, hoping this isn’t who I think it is.

“Who is this?” I ask, my heart starting to race. Sasha is home, and I’m seriously not liking the sound of this.

“Nancy,” she says. I stop breathing for a second.

‘Don’t you fucking go into my house, Nancy. What are you doing here?” I yell.

“Where are you, James?” she asks.

“How do you even know where I live?” I snap.

“It was easy enough to find out,” she says with a giggle. A giggle. Like my relationship with Sasha doesn’t depend on how this situation plays out.

“What the hell do you want?” I sneer. I see Chase and Kade crowd around me, looking worried and angry on my behalf.

“I came to see you. Better get home,” she says, hanging up.

“Fuck!” I yell.

“James, what do you need us to do?” Chase and Kade ask me but I’m not listening. I dial Sasha’s number and pray that she’s not home.

She doesn’t even answer.

I need to get home, and now.

Or my whole world is gonna explode.

***

Sasha

I frown at the knock on the door, not expecting anyone. My toe nails are painted a deep blue, and still wet, so I walk on my heels to answer the door. I hear my phone ring but I ignore it. I’ll call them back. I open it slightly and peer out at a blonde woman. Dressed casually in jeans and a tank top, her shrew dark eyes are on me, yet she doesn’t say anything. She scowls, her lips curling in distaste. I notice her suitcase, which confuses me further.

“Yes?” I ask, none too nicely.

“I’m here to see James,” she says.

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