"I take back what I said the first time we met. I never could have been more wrong."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"Every thing about you - every thing you do, or say, or even when you scrunch your nose when you don't really like something - just ma...
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IT WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT, and I was at home. I will repeat, it was a fucking Friday night, and I was in my Goddamn bedroom reading The Great Gatsby. Don't get me wrong, I'm a lover for the classics, and english could easily be my favorite academic subject in school. But it's FRIDAY NIGHT. And the only damn reason I'm home, is because I would rather do absolutely anything other than see Val drape herself shamelessly over my recently labeled ex-boyfriend. Gatsby was my third book in three days; the other two had been Pride and Prejudice - because who isn't a sucker for Lizzy and Darcy's love story - and The Catcher in the Rye.
Isabella had actually been able to make it out for once, claiming that she was playing baseball with her boyfriend and his equally as strange family. Casey had been blowing up my phone with text messages for the past half hour, though I hadn't bothered to look at its contents. I mean, how could I when I was reading such a fascinating book. Finally, after her fourth call in five minutes, I left out a few choice words and answered the damn phone. "What?" I snap, slapping my book shut.
"Where are you?" she demands, her voice almost as sharp as mine.
"My home."
"And why is that?"
"Why the fuck do you think, Case?" I retort, a little too venomously for my own liking.
"Look, just because Val and Johnny decided to be shitty people, doesn't mean that we all are. Okay? So just get your cute ass over here and drink some champagne with me."
"Well don't you make a good sales pitch," I grunt back, settling farther into my bed.
"So help me God, Jo," Casey groans. "What's it gonna take to get you over here?"
"Are they there?" I sigh out. Casey stills on the other end, and I let out a bout of boisterous laughter. "Yeah, in your fucking dreams."
"Goddammit, Jo, just hear him out, okay?"
"Why the hell would I do that?"
"B-Because, maybe you don't know the whole story, here." With Casey's slight stutter, I know that something else must be happening that I'm not aware of. Lord only knew what it was, but I surely hope that he had enough mercy for my soul once I was done dealing with whatever shit storm had been brewing behind my back or under my ass.
"Casey, I want you to be completely honest with me right now."
"Okay?" she answers.
"What are you hiding from me?" I can hear her take in a shaky breath.
"I-I..." she stutters. She, however, gets cut off by my front door slamming and Bella screaming as she pounds her way up the stairs.
"We're not done with this conversation," I mutter. "But I have to go."
