*Hey guys. Below are all the characters that have had lines in the book already, and ones that will have major roles. Sadly, the pictures of these characters aren't posting right, so heres a gif of Cecilia. im sorry. :( that's all. thanks byeee. xo, Christi*
•Vance Grey
•Nicole Fullerton
•Jasmine Hart
•Cecilia Lincoln
•Nick Howard
•Jordan Wilder
• Ian Wilder
My brother has aready taken a seat on the couch when I turn around. He got his hands on his knees and his back is upright and not rested against the couch.
"Please Ian. Relax. I won't be whooping your ass right now." I playfully joke with him.
He lightly smirks but still looks worried. And stiff.
"Sorry. But... erm. Hugh. Jordan, we should talk about something."
He says to me with the most concerened look on his face.
"Fucking hate that shit Ian."
"Hate what?"
"When people fucking worry about me. It's not cool. And I hate that." I stare at him for a while. "Tell me you weren't about to fuckin... Damn it Ian!"
"Jordan. I'm sorry! Nick called me." Ian blurts.
What the hell? Nick can call my brother but won't even answer the phone for me? Wait of course he can't. He's fucking kidnapped.
"When did he talk to you?"
"About a month ago"
"Why would Nick call you?"
"He said you were having mood swings. You know. Like... you kept acting different. I'm still trying to figure out how you can pay the rent on this place alone."
"Alone? I don't pay the rent alone."
"Oh so you got new roomates then?"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"What fucking ever. I dont want to hear about Nick, or, or Vance, or Jenna, nor Cecilia-"
"Cecilia?" He smirks at the mention of the name. "Who's Cecilia?"
"Fucking nobody. Forget it."
"So you're fucking a nobody." He chuckles.
"We arent fucking, fucking. Shut the fuck up."
"Okay... that word has to be your favorite."
"I have to use the bathroom. Help yourself to anything."
"That, i will." He smirks.
Cecilia's POV
"We're going out. We have to." Jasmine forces.
"Cecilia must be tired. Looks like she had a very eventful night." Nicole smirks as she motion to the torn bloody shirt on the floor in front of the couch.
"I am tired, but thats not what you think."
"No? I mean he must've been good enough if you clawed at his shirt like this." Shes now holding the shirt on one finger examining it. "But what kind of fucking was happening that he started to bleed?" She laughs and Jasmine laughs along.
"We werent fucking, fucking. You fucking... Mother fucker." My temper rises. God she always pushes shit. But I love the bitch to death.
"Sorry. Fuck." She apologizes looking at the wall behind me.
YOU ARE READING
A Fine Line
Romance"W-what, mak-makes someone insane-e?" He gurgles out. I furrow my eyebrows at him, and he answers his own riddle. "Th-they don't kn-ow the fine line between what's real, and wh-ats not." he chokes. "We all go a little, insane sometimes... Some of us...
