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But the word should not be just to learn, I was also motivated because of him and now, all I want is to be something that he wants me to be. That is the power that James holds. When it comes to words, he was the best in the world. That is why I did not notice that we had already reached the coffee shop. We sat in the spot where we could see the people walking back and forth and passing by us. This was my favorite part of this coffee shop. I love observing people. I love it when I imagine things like their job or their age. I just love guessing and imagining that life was just so universal. That maybe one of these people that I am observing might become a greatest piece of my life in the futu

"James turns fourteen. He will send another letter and it will be slightly longer than the last one and the letterhead will be updated." "And the year after that." She thought about Sara Medina waiting. About the cases on Priya's desk. About James, who was thirteen and writing letters and going to be remarkable in ways nobody had predicted yet. About Elena, who was thirteen months old and had said more and no and was currently building a vocabulary that her parents suspected was going to become a complete philosophical framework before she was three. "The year after that," she said, "I think we will know exactly what we are doing."

“Mrs. Carter is throwing a party. Tomorrow night.” Reid finally turned, one brow lifting slightly. “A party,” he repeated calmly. “For what reason?” James let out a humorless laugh. “Natalie’s birthday.” The room went still. Reid didn’t say anything at first. He walked back to his desk, leaned against it, arms crossed. “She’s never cared about birthdays this much.” “That’s because this isn’t just a birthday,” James replied immediately. “Trust me.” Reid’s jaw tightened. “Go on.”

Our parents never even noticed we were gone, why would they? And we told our staff if they said anything about being gone so long, we’d get them fired. I smile as a memory takes over. One of our first times as nine year olds… James grins. “This is going to be ours one day.” I look at him. “What if it falls down?” “Then we’ll fix it.” I believe him. I always do. Inside there’s broken furniture, old curtains hanging, and a fireplace. James pulls the bread and cheese he stole from the kitchen out of his backpack. I dump out the little matches and paper I took from behind the bar at home.

I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped. "Come on, I'll drive you home," "Thanks." James dropped me home and returned to the station. I knew he spent a lot of his free time there. He wanted to be a cop one day, too. And who better to learn the ropes from than your sheriff dad? As soon as I walked into the living room, I could sense something was different. There was an extra coat at the door, one that wasn't there when I left in the morning. I spent most of my time in the room, so the living room was usually neat. This evening, it was cluttered. There were files spread out on the table, and a brown bag rested on the couch.

It's a big step, but they're ready for it. A few months later, James gets some unexpected news. He's going to be a father. It's a surprise, but he's excited. He's not sure how he's going to be a dad, but he's determined to do his best. His partner is excited too, and they start to make plans for the future. But then, the unexpected happens again. James gets a call from the police. They have some news about the crime boss. He's escaped from prison, and they think he's coming after James.

There, I saw Jameson sitting on the couch while reading a book. "What are you reading?" I asked him. He looked at me in an instant and smiled. "Oh, this book is entitled 'One of Us is Lying.' It's a mystery-crime book," he replied and went back to reading again. I sat on the other couch and sighed. "You're still interested in reading books, aren't you?" I asked. He nodded, "Yup. Nothing has changed." "So, what have you been doing these past years? Where do you live?" I asked again.

He is different from what I thought he would be, and I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t confess that I enjoy his company. James seems to be someone with immeasurable patience and zero tolerance for violence. It is still strange to me that he isn’t seen much during the day in his own pack, but then again, the more I get to know him, the more I realize it matches his personality. James is reserved and sweet, and downright sexy, with his shy smile and green eyes. The most recent time I saw him, he walked closer than normal and our hands continued to brush against each other.

I could tell that she wasn't fully convinced, but she gave me a pat on the shoulder and walked out. I turned back to James, folding my arms. "What do you want, James? Haven't you done enough?" He jerked his chin towards Elva's retreating form. "I see you're making friends with the new girl. She lives opposite you, does she not? Her father's some business mogul from Seattle, eh?" I frowned in confusion. "How did you find out about that? Are you stalking me?" "I might be." James' smile was full of arrogance as he took a step closer. "Why are you so surprised to see me, anyway? We attend the same school, and we're both freshmen, aren't we?"

I leaned against my locker, slipping my dark glasses on as James strolled up beside me, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. "Morning, partner," he greeted with that infuriatingly smug grin. "Morning, handsome nerd," I shot back under my breath. James chuckled. His disguise was painfully effective — oversized glasses, rumpled button-up, hair perpetually a mess. No one suspected the "awkward new kid" was an elite hunter who could dodge a silver bullet in his sleep. "Still playing the tragic blind kid card, I see," James teased, watching as a group of cheerleaders offered me pitying glances down the hall.