James' POV.
I'd barely even gotten home before my phone started blaring out an array of guitar riffs and bass lines through the pocket of my jeans. Kayla.
Dragging the phone out, I answered. "What do you want now? You lite-"
"James, she's gone." She cut me off.
"Your virginity, or-" I joked, only to be cut short again.
"James can you just shut the fuck up for one minute without making a fucking stupid-ass remark, please?" She sighed "I'm sorry, you know I get a tad touchy when I'm stressed."
"It's cool." It didn't phase me at all, I knew for a fact that when Kayla was stressed or pressured, etcetera, she would say things she didn't mean. Quite often actually.
"Anyway, who now?" I asked.
She sighed, "Julianna." Oh.
"Are you sure she hasn't just gone for a drink? It's not unusual, even I know that."
"Sunday. She's been gone since Sunday night, she never leaves for more than 3 days, I gave her four just to see but no; I left it until today to check upstairs because, you know, she never lifts her ass that far, but turns out she took her stuff too. Waited until I was out of the house to leave, the cheek of it." She chuckled. "So yeah she's gone."
I hung up.
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I'M UPDATING AGAIN LATER TONIGHT DON'T HATE ME BECAUSE IT'S SHORT OKAY ILY okay
So whoOoO I updated both of my stories in one day
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