Bloody Souvenirs

Chapter 10

"Hey, you've reached Jax Grayson. I'm not available right now. Please leave a message and I'll see if I want to call you back. No promises." This, followed by a loud beep, was what I had been hearing every time I called Jax, which had been so many times, I had lost count.

It had been four days since he had ran out of my house like he had seen a dead body and he had been avoiding me ever since. His visits to the Cheshire Cat had stopped, he didn't pick up my calls, he was never home when I knocked and I was getting frustrated.

I had even shot him plenty of texts but it was no use. I swore that if he was deliberately ignoring me, I'd kill him. On the other hand, I actually hoped that he had been deliberately ignoring me because if he hadn't, it would mean there was something seriously wrong.

I knew for a fact that he was alive for I had seen the lights on in his house. That didn't really leave him with many excuses. Okay, that was cold but I refuse to apologize. I wasn't trying to be clingy, no. I was just curious as to what had happened on that phone call and why he had suddenly started running away from my shadow.

I sighed, throwing the phone down on the couch. Coincidentally, it rang the moment it hit the cushions. I picked it up again, only to see it was Sara calling.

"Hey Sara. What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing, really." she replied, "I was alone at home and had nothing better to do so I thought why not call you?"

"Ouch."

"Oh no. No, Kat that's not what I meant-"

I laughed, "Chill out, Sara, will ya? I was joking."

She sounded relieved, "Anyway, you know what? Zac took me out for boating in a lake!"

Sara and Zac's first date had gone well. He had brought her flowers and took her out for dinner. Sara was over the moon. I was happy for her, "I bet it was amazing."

"It was! It was the most romantic thing ever!"

I rolled my eyes as I literally pictured Sara swooning with stars in her eyes. That girl is a hopeless romantic. Maybe not hopeless, but still.

"By the way, did Jax pick up any of your calls?" she asked.

I sighed, "No. I've called so many times I've lost count. My ears are tired of hearing his stupid voicemail message."

"I wonder what suddenly happened to him." she mused out loud, "I mean, one moment you guys are hanging out and being all mushy-"

"Not mushy!"

"-and being the best of friend and the next he walks out the door? Who even does that?"

I sighed again, "I just wish he'd at least give me an explanation."

"You know what Kat? Boys are jerks. Leave him at that."

"No, he's not a jerk. That much I know." I replied, "I just want to know if he's okay."

Just then, Felix squeezed in from the slightly open backyard glass door. "Hey, dude. When did you get here?" I said to him. Me and my peculiar habit of talking to cats. I swear it's gonna freak someone out someday. I got up and slid the backyard door shut. It was cold outside today.

"Who are you talking to?" Sara asked.

"Oh, it's just Felix."

"Felix? Who's Felix? Is he hot?"

I rolled my eyes, "Sara, Felix is a cat. A stray that comes here sometimes."

"Jesus Christ, Kat!"