Chapter 18

“James! Oh my gosh. Umm, how long have you been standing there?” she said, smoothing her hair.

“Long enough. It’s time to go Case,” I said angrily, walking towards my Jeep.

She followed behind but didn’t say anything. We rode home in complete silence. When we got to my house, we both changed into our pajamas and hopped into my bed.

“James? Let me explain,” she suggested.

I turned over to look at her. I knew I wore my disappointment on my face very well.

“So Cyman and I have been lab partners since school started and we had a project that requires frozen specimens,” she started.

I made a gagging face at the thought of Cyman’s frozen specimen.

“No James, you pervert. Anyways, we were working in his kitchen last week and I almost fell with the tray of our frozen mold collection, and I fell right into him. His hands supported my waist and I got chills. We kept brushing against one another after that and I would catch him staring at me while I looked in the microscope. He eventually came close to me and moved my hair behind my ear to keep it out of my way while I made observations. When I finished my specimen, he pulled me in and kissed me. And I kissed him back. We have been seeing each other every day since. I miss him so much and I didn’t even realize it,” she said, swooning.

“Case, he has a girlfriend! None of that is okay if Harper will get hurt,” I scolded.

“That’s the thing, he wants to break up with her, but she has been having a hard time at home. He said he can’t share details but he didn’t feel right now was the right time to tell her we wanted to be together again,” she said.

“Yeah, I still don’t like it one bit. But if you are happy that’s great. Just stop giving him access to your body and see if that changes anything,” I suggested.

She agreed and we decided to go to bed. As I heard her snoring, I heard my front door open and close. Mom was at the Patts’ house, so who was it? I jumped up and locked my bedroom door. I could hear keys jingling and saw the lights turn on downstairs. I picked up my phone and went to call 911, when I saw a text preview from my mom that read, “Hey Keegan is going to be staying over in the guest room this weekend. Hope you don’t mind.”

Of course I mind. I don’t want him here. I peeked out of my door and I could hear him talking. He must be on the phone with his mom. I walked down the stairs to greet him and as I got to the last step I saw her. He brought Isadora to our house. What the fuck Keegan?

I turned to quickly run back up the stairs but they had seen me.

“Hey Brees,” Izzy said.

“Hey Izzy. I didn’t know you guys were coming over. You scared me a bit,” I admitted.

“Oh, that’s my bad. Missy gave me a key so I could sleep here this weekend,” Keegan said, jingling the keys.

“And she approved of you bringing girls to sleep here too?” I asked, accusingly.

“We are just going to watch a quick movie and get to know each other better is all,” he said, touching her chin.

Before I could respond, he took his thumb and ran it over her lips. He gave me a look of revenge. As if he wanted me to react. That was our thing. That was his sexy little way of asking to kiss me. And now he was in my living room doing it to another girl.

“Wow. Ok, have fun you two,” I said, rolling my eyes and heading back upstairs.

“Oh we will!” Keegan yelled after me.

Why was he doing this? He didn’t want me, so why did it matter what I did? I couldn’t stop thinking about him touching her lips in that way. That hurt me so badly. Keegan knew she had a huge crush on him last year. He knew exactly how this would make me feel. I truly didn’t want to see Keegan ever again after the way he just acted.