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XXV. call it what you want

"I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck, not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me, which is more than they can say."

Noah.

It's that rare time of the year again, arguably the best time. Christmas week. It's currently the 21st of December, and whilst other kids my age are excited to see the amount of presents they receive, I'm just excited to be having a whole week of freedom. Both of my parents are attending business trips for the entire week. It's the only minute of work they ever do throughout the whole year other than signing things and approving ideas that weren't theirs.

During this week, I always give every staff member the holidays off, on the exception that they don't snitch. They always oblige, except Maja and I's respective security guards who cling to us like we're going to run away. I've begged mine to patrol around the area instead of watching us at all times.

Maja is spending her weekend going to parties without fear of a beating when she arrives home drunk. Though, I can't imagine she's having much fun with her security guard tonight having not managed to sneak out like we usually do.

Upon arriving home from our final day of school I was quick to invite Spencer over to our mansion. We had attended our 'love, happy relationships and boundaries' workshop today. Where Spencer had avoided talking to Quinn about the idea of therapy for the third workshop now. It's been 9 days since she broke down crying in class. She still hasn't confided in me and I'm honestly not pushing her to for selfish reasons.

It was starting to freak me out. She was eating less, looking thinner and I had no clue how to deal with it all. That conversation that Quinn encouraged me to have with my girlfriend was continually being pushed back by my nerves. I knew it was her suffering the consequences for my dick-ish-ness, but I was terrified that she would hate me if I said something.

Spencer arrives right on time, looking breath taking. Jameson is walking her to the door with his arms folded and I immediately tense, feeling like I was about to be shouted at by a teacher.

"Hey man." Jameson nodded in greeting, leaning on one side of the door frame. "Hey." I nod back, wrapping an arm around Spencer to hug her from the side. My breath in the freezing cold winter weather causes a small cloud.

"Hand." He warns calmly, not even sounding mad just reminding. I snap my hand up quickly to her shoulder instead of her hip. "Better." He settles.

"Your sister here?" Jameson looks beyond as if expecting to see someone else behind us.

"Nah, she went out." I reply, squeezing my girlfriend's shoulder when she shifts impatiently, silently telling her to wait.

"Out? Where's out?" Jameson hums, still sounding nonchalant like it means nothing to him. But I've known this guy since I was 4, even if not well, I know that he's anything but nonchalant and uncaring. 

"Party I think? Why?" I challenge suspiciously, knowing there must be something happening between them. "I know where she is." He realizes, likely having been invited himself. "Just wanted to see her.. Is anyone home?" He looks behind me to the desolate foyer with a raised brow.

"No. I sent all the staff home for the weekend." I clarify. "And your parents?" Jameson asks firmly. I know if my Father was here he wouldn't dare hit Spencer, but he might hit me in front of her or verbally harass her. He might know a lot, but what Jameson doesn't know is that I'd die before letting him lay one hand on her. 

"Business trip. Just the two of us." I assure.

"Not sure that makes me feel a lot better." Her brother raises a brow and glances between us suggestively. "She's in good hands." I ensure. "No funny business?" He asks. "No funny business." I promise.