Shattered {Sequel to Deranged}

Chapter 3

Sky's POV

The days dragged on, slowly evolving into a week.

A week of hiding my true feelings under a thick coat of guilt for allowing Harry to distract me from James.

James.

My boyfriend. Loyal and caring. He's what I need but why can't I get that through my thick skull?

He's the dream boy every girl desires. He's basically a walking Ken doll. Dirty blonde hair neatly swept across his forehead, yet he somehow still managed a very professional look. Not overly tall but still towers over me. He works as some engineer thing. Pretty high up I gather from the size of his house.

Impatiently, I flipped through the endless amount of pointless channels that I'm paying a bucket load of money for. "Sky?" James hollered through the door.

"Coming!" I jumped up from my cozy spot on the couch and tried not to trip over my extra large pants.

Behind the door stood a freshly groomed James with jeans and a collected shirt on. "What are you doing here?" I almost said rudely. "Came to check on you"

"Well you're sweet" I smiled, planting an innocent kiss on his cheek. He followed me inside as I returned to my comfy spot. "Move you fat cat" I joked towards the gray fur ball also known as Luna.

I kept her.

Of course I did.

She was the last thing I wanted the day Harry mentioned it but now she's become my life long friend. I spill out my feelings to her as she licks her dirty paws.

Pathetic I know. Talking to a cat. But she's my connection to Harry. Something we had and possibly still have.

"Hello? Earth to Sky!" James waved his small hand spastically over my face. "Sorry" I laughed, grabbing his hand and playfully slapping it. "So. I came here to ask you something"

"Yup?" I mumbled between the chewing of my stale popcorn from last night. I'm weird I know. "I have to work for a week"

Ok? What's new?

"In America"

Oh! There's the fire I was searching for.

"My parents live there. And they wanna meet you... Would you maybe want to go with me? I'd pay for everything, dinner, ticket, hotel, even shopping!"

James rambled on. Not that I wasn't enjoying these wonderfully free offers, but he needs to breathe.

"Yes I'll go"

"Really? You will! YES!"

By that rosy cheek, half smile he gave me, that wasn't supposed to come out so excited. My smile seemed to lighten his mood tremendously. "When are we leaving?"

"Um. Tomorrow?" he nervously laughed.

Tomorrow's Friday. Today's Thursday. He only gave me ONE DAY TO PACK FOR A WHOLE WEEK!

"You little!" I jokingly yelled at James, pushing his shoulder.

"Hey!" James threw his hands in defeat. I always win with him!

Brisk-fully I skipped off to my room to begin packing my completely necessary over supply of clothing every girl takes on a trip. James followed quick on my heels obviously curious to see what I was up to.

The pink hard-shelled luggage bag had basically collected dust from its one time use in my transfer from Yorkshire Cove to here, London.

"Need help?" James sweetly offered. I couldn't help but laugh at his offer, "Oh no! You aren't laying a finger on my clothes! This has to be organized. By ME!"

Acting like a 3 year old, he crossed his arms and plopped on my big bed. "What's the deal with the size of this bed?" he teased.

Shit.

"It's our old bed"

You know. Harry? The first boy I loved. Yeah we slept in it. Together. Not like doing anything nasty. Just sleeping.

"Oh" He said in a slat, chilling tone. He knows about my past and some stuff about Harry. Like he was my first boyfriend and we lived together for awhile.

That's all.

Not that Harry was somewhat psychotic and killed people and we ran away from the cops.

"So what time are we leaving tomorrow?" I quickly attempted to change the subject.

"7 am"

"Ugh"

Mornings aren't my thing.

But getting up early is the least of my problems right now.