Ask Jake (Book One of the Whisper Series)

Seventeen: Bitches Accent

I can't stop thinking about Gillian having a date with this, Kellan...person. It's eating me alive. Today has been hell and I need her close. Stacy is right, Gillian should move, Phil is dangerous and a slime. When he said, "You'll see, when you're out of the way, she'll be sucking my dick by the spring." I had to punch him. Not only did he threaten me, he degraded Gillian with his fucking delusional bullshit. He got off easy with a broken nose.

With deep thought and much trepidation, I willingly make a very bad decision to have dinner at Guinevere's Grill. I have a feeling Gillian will show up with her date. I don't have any idea what I will do if they are there, but one step at a time. Right now my steps are taking me there, and I'm not letting my brain speak logically.

It's Friday, so Guinevere's is packed. Luckily, a small booth in the corner is available and semi-private. Scooting into the seat, I order bourbon, along with some food, and begin my surveillance.

My food is gone before I realize I ate it.

Gillian and the guy are sitting at a high bar table. He's holding her hand. It's in this moment that I fully realize, I have no plan.

What the fuck am I doing here?

Sizing him up, I see he's young, like barely legal, with a bunch of tattoos, earrings, and he wears bracelets. He looks like one of those Abercrombie kids that Greg used to model with.

So, this is what she is in to? The bad boy, band kid? What the fuck ever! I toss a french fry across the table.

"Hi," a young woman says to me.

"Hi," I say back, jealousy blurring my vision.

"Can I join you?" she asks. I take a look at her and see that she is very pretty, with long blonde hair and a perfect little body. She resembles a younger Justina. Her skintight dress is something Justina would wear, too.

I nod. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure, what are you having?" She tosses her hair over her shoulder and smiles at me.

Holding up my drink, I say, "Bourbon."

"Oh, I'll have a beer, thanks."

She tells me her name and asks about me. I am not really listening to her because she's drunk. The cadence of her speech makes her sound much younger than her looks, and not very smart. Mainly, I am watching Kellan put his hand on Gillian's thigh and I can tell by how comfortable she is with it, that he probably shares her bed.

The next time our waitress is at the table, I throw a fifty in her hand and get up from the table.

"Are we leaving?" the Justina look alike asks me. She's been talking non-stop for about twenty minutes and her voice is starting to grate on my nerves.

"I need more to drink. I'm going to the bar," I say, leaving her.

She stays close on my heels.

Throwing a hundred on the bar, I tell the bartender to keep the bourbon coming. He nods.

Justina hangs on me and rubs my arm. How this girl can talk, incessantly, about absolutely nothing, is completely beyond me. What's even more surprising is how she is so self-absorbed that she does not realize that I don't have a clue what the hell she's saying.

I am getting drunk.

I am drunk.

"Adam?" I hear Gillian say my name and the sound of her voice makes me close my eyes.

"Adam," she says, again.

I plaster a smile on my face before spinning around in my seat. "Gillian...Hey! How are you?" I go in for a hug but stumble a little, falling into her. "Oh! Hello there," I joke at myself.