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“You know her?”
“Her brother was in my year.”
“I know I don't fit.” I sunk back into the chair.
“No.” He reached out and squeezed my arm. “It's them that don't fit you.”
22
Jamie
“Dude, what the hell?” Colby yelled. “We're on the same team. Stop trying to shoot me.”
I growled in frustration. “Then get out of my way.”
“What is wrong with you?” He put his controller on the coffee table and took a sip of water.
“Are you quitting?”
“You're being a jerk, so yeah.”
I heard his sister in those words and sighed. Neither of them realized how similar they really were. That thought creeped me out since I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind.
“You think the girls went to Amelia's party?” I asked for the tenth time that night.
Colby barked out a laugh. “The one place you wouldn't be welcome.”
“Can you picture Callie there?” I tried to laugh with him.
Colby succeeded where I failed, holding his stomach as he did. “God no. She's probably hating every second. I'm kind of surprised she isn't back.”
“Me too.”
Colby eyed me, and I let it drop. Callie and I weren't dating. We were only having a little fun, and I knew it'd have to stop soon, before anyone found out.
Colby was the closest thing I had to family. He'd been there through everything growing up. He was the only person besides Jay and his mom who knew what my dad could be like. This house was a haven, always had been, and I hoped it always would be.
Jamie Daniels didn't get feelings, and I wasn't going to start now, not with so much on the line. Because Colby was right, I'd only mess it up. That's what screw ups did and my best friend had the same opinion of me that my father did, a fact I hadn't known until he thought he was protecting his sister. It hurt, but I was used to what people thought of me by now.
The front door rattled as someone tried and failed to unlock it. There was the crash of keys on the ground and then it rattled again before it opened.
Callie stumbled in, waving at someone behind her. “Bye,” she yelled, unable to control the volume of her voice while obviously trying not to be heard.
“It's okay, Cal,” Colby said, causing her to jump and slam her back against the wall. “Kat isn't here. She's at Noah's.”
I almost laughed at the look on her face when her eyes swung from Colby to me and back again. She opened her mouth to say something, then snapped it shut and shook her head.
Keeping one hand on the wall for balance as she kicked off her boots, she stumbled again before righting herself and walking past us into the kitchen.
Colby glanced at me and we both followed her.
“What are you doing back?” Colby asked.
“And drunk.” I laughed.
“I'm not drunk.” I had to give her credit, she enunciated each word, so they didn't sound slurred.
“Oh, I beg to differ.” I leaned against the door-frame, folding my arms across my chest.
