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Chapter Twelve

Katie's POV

The next morning James and I met up with Camille and Logan at the Maple Leaf conference center, where all sorts of events were routinely held. Every few months, psychic fairs took place at the center, though I had never been to one. But James had waltzed into my life and changed that. He had completely switched up my life; I barely recognized it anymore. And I wasn't sure that was a bad thing.

Logan was waiting for us in the lobby, holding a bottle of Smart Water and a map of the fair.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "You look prepared."

"I just wanted to be ready," he said innocently. "I want today to be fun."

"Uh huh. Camille isn't here yet?"

"No, but she'll probably be here soon."

And sure enough, not two minutes later Camille sauntered in, a bright smile spread over her face. "Hey!" she greeted us, hugging each of us in turn. Logan's hands lingered just a little too long on her back, and when she pulled away it was with a reluctant sigh. James and I exchanged looks. Maybe today wouldn't be such a waste of time after all.

The four of us made our way to the doors leading to the auditorium, where the fair was set up. A couple of middle aged ladies dressed like hippies in long skirts and lots of beads sat at a folded table, on which was propped a makeshift till. They both smiled up at us. "Ten bucks each for admission, please."

Camille began fishing around in her purse, but Logan stopped her. "It's on me."

She began to protest, but he was already handing over the cash.

I pulled out my wallet, but James was already passing a twenty to one of the ladies.

"James, come on. You can't – "

"Yes I can," he said stubbornly.

"You're practically broke."

"This was my idea. You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me."

"That's not the point."

"If you shut up, I'll let you buy me lunch."

I threw my hands in the air. "You're so fucking bullheaded!"

"So is that a yes on lunch? Because I'm thinking tacos."

I stomped into the auditorium. James followed me. "Oooh, can we get nachos, too? And churros?"

"You're a jackass, you know that?"

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt," he sang. "But name calling isn't very nice."

"You're right. Comparing you to a jackass was insulting to a jackass."

He slung his arm around my shoulders, steering me in the direction that Logan and Camille were wandering. "You do say the sweetest things. I'm surprised you've never been voted Miss Congeniality."

"Fuck you."

James batted his eyes at me. "Maybe later, after tacos. Oooh, let's go get our palms read!" He tugged me after Camille and Logan, who were hovering outside a stand where a lady in a headscarf was reading a teenage girl's palm.

"Oooh, let's not," I shot back. "I am not wasting my time and money on that. And you don't have any money to waste on that either," I reminded him. He pouted but didn't protest, reluctantly accepting my logic.

We spent the next hour all but stalking Logan and Camille, who were so wrapped up in each other that they barely even looked at us. We looked at crystals and gemstones, at dream catchers and books on meditation. James was really into everything, and as much as I hated to admit it, it was actually kind of cute watching him get excited, even though I thought the whole thing was absolutely stupid.

"Come on, Katie," Camille protested when she caught me hanging back a little while James and Logan chatted about a mediation book with the author himself. "I know you're a skeptic and everything, but so is Logan and even he's managing to have fun. You need to loosen up a little. Relax."

The last time I had loosened up, I had ended up kissing James. And there was no way in hell I was going to say this.

"This just isn't my scene," I told her. "I mean, it's interesting, it's just not something I believe in."

"You know what you need?"

"No, but I have a feeling you're about to tell me."

"A psychic reading."

"A – what?"

"A psychic reading."

"And I suppose it's performed by a psychic reader," I shot back sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact, it is. A psychic reader is someone who can tell stuff about a person through spirituality and a heightened sense of perception. It's pretty cool."

"Right. I'll take your word for it."

"Experience it yourself. Come on." She pulled me over to a booth in a corner, where a blonde woman in her early thirties sat, sipping from a mug of tea. "Allison!"

The woman looked up and beamed. "Camille!" She jumped to her feet and hugged Camille.

"This is my friend, Katie," Camille introduced me. "She needs a psychic reading done."

"Seriously, I'm fine," I said quickly. "I don't need one."

"She's really closed off," Camille added.

Allison's lips twitched. "You're logical and prefer scientific explanations for anything you can't explain, right?"

I crossed my arms. "So you've met my type."

"Well, considering my ex-fiancé was the same type, yes she has," Camille retorted.

Allison pursed her lips together, before turning back to me. "It's up to you if you want me to do a psychic reading. But the worst that'll happen is you'll come away understanding more about yourself."

I let out a resigned breath. "How much?"

"Normally I charge fifteen bucks for a half hour session, but since you're a friend of Camille's, I'll cut it down to ten."

"Fine." I dug out my wallet and passed her a couple of fives. Camille retreated back to the guys, and I sat behind the booth in a chair opposite Allison as she set a timer. Once she was ready, Allison took my hands in hers and began to speak.

"I want you to close your eyes and relax." I reluctantly let my eyes fall shut. "Breathe in deeply for a count of five. Now breathe out for another count of five…Breathe in again…Now out…" This went on for a few more minutes until I was completely relaxed. "Good. I'm going to make a statement and I want you to tell me if it's true or false. Your life isn't turning out the way you thought it would be."

"True," I answered, thinking about my job and about James.

"You had your life planned out and nothing is going quite right."

"True." Such vague descriptions. Anyone in their early twenties probably felt the same way.

"Your job isn't turning out to be what you expected."

"True."

"You dislike your boss."

"False."

"You loathe your boss."

My lips twitched slightly at the perception. "True."

"You only keep this job because you're afraid of change."

My stomach clenched. "True."

"You're afraid of losing control."

"True," I admitted, beginning to get a little freaked out. I had always known in the back of my mind that I was terrified of losing control, but I had never acknowledged it.

"You're afraid of failure."

"True."

"And quitting your job seems like failure to you."

I swallowed. "T-true." I hadn't even realized that that was the reason I insisted on keeping my job at the Gates-Hills Chronicles, but once the words were spoken, I knew it was true.

"You have always put your focus on what was expected of you instead of your happiness."

"True."

"You stayed with previous partners because they felt safe."

"False."

She chuckled. "Maybe I should expand on that. You stayed with previous partners because they were a safe option – there was no chance of losing control."

"True," I gritted out.

"There is someone in your life who makes you lose control."

I flashed to James, to the way I wanted to simultaneously wanted to hit him and take him down on my bed. "True."

"And you're scared to pursue a relationship because you feel it would break you down."

"True." The word came out in a whisper, just loud enough for Allison to hear.

"And you're uncomfortable with everything about your attraction to him."

"True."

"Open your eyes."

I did so, looking at Allison. She was smiling, half amused, half knowing. "I can see why Camille wanted me to do a psychic reading on you. She wants you to get together with this guy."

"She doesn't even know," I protested.

"But she's perceptive – except for when it comes to her own life. She must know there's something there."

I didn't say anything to that, and Allison leaned forward. "You're scared. You can't figure out how I guessed so much about you."

"Something like that," I admitted.

"I'm perceptive. It's my job. Some would say it's supernatural. Others would say my senses are just more rounded out than most. Whatever it is, you confirmed everything I said. You're not here because you want to change your life, but change is going to happen anyway. Your job isn't going to last much longer, but that's okay, because you're going to find a better one."

I opened my mouth, but she held up her hand. "This is part of the reading. It would be a waste of your money and my time if you don't let me finish." I closed my mouth. "Thank you. As I was saying, your life is already in turmoil. You're at a metaphorical bridge. You can either choose to cross it, or turn around and walk back in the direction you just came from. But no matter what, for whatever reasons, you will not be staying at your job. As for this love interest…this man is in your life for a reason. Embrace it. He's already changing and shaping your world, correct?" I nodded. "He's determined to stay in your life, no matter what. He will stick around. He's not your ideal mate, but he's what you need. You two balance each other out." She smirked slightly. "And I'm going to tell you right now, the passion between you two is amazing. The sex should be off-the-wall incredible."

I felt my face turn a bright red and she grinned. "You can deny it all you want, but you're fiercely attracted to him."

"Sadly," I muttered.

The timer went off and I jumped slightly. That half hour had passed quickly, but when I pulled my phone out I saw that the timer had indeed been accurate.

"Well, Katie, it's been a pleasure," Allison said as we got to our feet. She grasped my hand in hers. "I hope you'll come back and let me know how everything goes." Her gaze drifted over to where Camille stood with James and Logan, laughing at something one of them had said. "It's him, isn't it?" She nodded towards James. "He's the love interest."

"He used to like me," I mumbled. "But he's been over me for years."

"The funny thing about feelings is that they have a way of creeping back up when you least expect them." She smiled at me as James looked our way. "He's been keeping an eye on you. He definitely cares about you."

"Which I don't get. We don't get along. We've always kind of hated each other."

"Love and hate aren't that different from each other, Katie. They're both derived from passion, and one can easily become the other." Her eyes flitted to Logan and Camille. "Like those two. I still can't figure out how things went so wrong. They were supposed to stay together."

I blinked at her in surprise. "You think that too?"

Allison nodded. "I still have a strong feeling that they're going to end up together. Maybe I just like believing in love lasting forever, but those two…" She shrugged. "I think they'll find their way back together."

"I hope so. I really hope so."

With those final words I headed over to my friends. Camille grinned at me. "How was it?"

"Interesting," I said after a moment. "Definitely interesting."

"She brought a lot of hidden truths to the surface, didn't she?"

"A couple," I admitted. "She's very intuitive."

"She is. Anyway, the guys are hungry, so we're going to head out if you're ready."

I nodded, and we made our way to a nearby Mexican restaurant, where we crowded into a booth with James and me on one side, and Logan and Camille on the other. We ordered tacos, nachos, and iced tea, and stretched out against the faux-leather benches.

"So," Camille spoke up, looking at James and me with a small smirk, "have you guys talked about the revelation from last week?"

"What revelation?" I asked innocently as I stirred my iced tea with the straw, playing dumb.

"About James' high school crush."

"Oh. Yeah, we talked about it. It's done and over with." I shrugged offhandedly, like it didn't affect me in the least. "In fact, it's so done and over with that James and I are living together now."

Logan spat out the mouthful of iced tea he had just taken. "You're what?!"

Camille squealed. "Oh my God, really?"

"Yeah, not like that," James said dryly. "I'm sleeping on an air mattress in the living room, not in Katie's bed with her. It's a platonic living arrangement, since I got kicked out of my own apartment last weekend."

Camille's face dropped. "Platonic?"

"We're roommates," I told her. "I pay most of the rent, and he cooks and cleans. He's still a pain in the ass, but on the bright side, my apartment has never looked better."

"Congratulations," Logan said to James. "You are officially a glorified maid."

James shot him the double thumbs up. "Tell me something I don't know."

Our food arrived, and we all eagerly dug in, letting the conversation drop. Once we finished our food, James ordered churros, just like he had been talking about earlier.

Since the guys had paid for our tickets, Camille and I got the tab. The guys held the door for us as we walked out, and I realized as James and I made our way to his car that this had felt like a very strange, very unprecedented double date. But Camille and Logan were climbing into separate cars, going their separate ways, while James and I were heading back to the apartment that we shared as platonic roommates. That night when we went to bed I would slip between the sheets, and he would stretch out on his air mattress. And I hated how much I wanted that to change. Why couldn't I just have a crush on him in high school so that I could be done and over with it by now? I kept catching myself staring at him, admiring his profile, watching as he ran his fingers through his chestnut brown hair, sliding my eyes up and down his body, waiting for a bit of skin to peek out from between his jeans and t-shirt. Over the last week I had caught myself in the shower, fantasizing about what would happen if he slipped in. When I was lying in bed, waiting for sleep to come, I would half hope that he would creep into my room and climb into bed with me. I wanted to kiss him again and to rip his clothes off and have my way with him. Because deep down I knew Allison was right – James and I had fantastic sexual chemistry, and if we were ever to sleep together, it would be downright incredible. And knowing that just made the ache that much worse, because James was over me, and even if he did still want me physically – and honestly, from the comments he liked to make, I was pretty sure he did – nothing would ever come of it. Either he would reject me because he didn't want to risk catching feelings for me again, or we would sleep together but we would never date because he didn't care for me like that anymore. And I wasn't sure I could deal with either. I had mentally admitted that I'd had a crush on him a week ago, and my head was more fucked up than it had ever been with Preston or any other guy I'd been into.

That evening was quiet. We ended up ordering pizza and curling up on the couch in front of the TV, our usual evening routine. We hadn't talked much since we'd gotten home, but halfway through my first slice of pizza, James spoke up: "I think today went well. Camille and Logan seemed pretty close."

I swallowed my bite of food and nodded. "It was almost like they were out together – you know, together. And they seemed happy. From what I've seen, Camille's never that happy with Steve. She and Logan just kind of…fit together, you know? If that makes any sense?"

"It does," James said quietly. "They're good together. They always have been. I still can't believe they're going to throw this away because of something that happened a year ago."

"Logan hurt Camille," I pointed out. "But she also went running back to an ex boyfriend. They both fucked up. And instead of admitting that they had issues they needed to work out, they just gave up. And now we're trying to push them back together. Do you think this is actually working?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "Sometimes I think it would just be easier to lock them in a supply closet and let nature take its course."

I snorted. "If only it was that easy."

"Right? I mean, where are we going to find any supply closets that we can lock?"

"They have to admit that they're still in love with each other, and Camille has to admit that she's making a huge fucking mistake by marrying Steve. I just don't understand how two people who are so obviously meant to be together can be so dense."

James stared at me for a long moment. "Um, yeah. Ironic, right?"

"Very much so." I polished off my slice and started on a second one.

There was a knock on the door, and James got to his feet, padding over to the front door. He opened it and stepped back, eyes widening in surprise. "Logan! What's up?"

Logan came barreling into the living room, bundled up in a thick coat and a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face so he was almost unrecognizable. Snow was melting in his hair, and his boots were caked in a thick layer. He quickly undid the laces and kicked them off, leaving them in the entryway. James helped him get the coat, scarf, and gloves off. "Dude, what the hell happened to you? You look like you just walked through a blizzard."

"I kind of feel like I did," Logan told him, collapsing on the couch on my other side and helping himself to a slice of pizza from the box on my coffee table. "I've spent the last couple of hours just walking around aimlessly. I had no idea where I was going, and then I ended up in front of the apartment building and…" He shrugged before taking a huge bite of his pizza.

"So…what's up?" I asked carefully. "Is everything okay?"

"No. It's not okay. Nothing is. I finally had to face it today – I'm still in love with Camille. But she's marrying someone else. A year ago she was supposed to marry me, but I screwed up and now…" He looked like he was about to cry.

"I'll get you a beer," James said helplessly, looking completely dumbfounded by the turn of events. He hightailed it into the kitchen and came out with a can of beer. He passed it to Logan, who downed it in two gulps.

"I have to do something," Logan mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I can't let her marry him. But what do I do?"

James cleared his throat. "Katie and I…we've kind of been trying to get you guys back together. Only you two are so dense that nothing's really working."

"I knew it! I knew you two were up to something!"

"Fat lot of good it's done us, though," I muttered. "It's not like you guys have been helping things along, you know? And the wedding's in a few weeks."

"And Camille's schedule is so packed for the next week. The wedding is next Saturday! There's no way that she's going to have time to do anything besides work on the wedding," Logan put in. "But she's not marrying him. I can't let that happen."

"Where were you a month ago when I was trying to get you to take action?" James demanded. "And you're supposed to be the genius."

"I'm taking action now! I just don't know what kind of action I'm going to take."

"Fuck." James dropped his head into his hands. "I can't believe this. But we don't have a choice. We actually have to do this. It's actually come to this. Fucking hell."

"What?" I demanded. "What is it?"

"Logan's going to have to crash the wedding, and we're going to have to help him."

Well, they've finally got Logan on board. I hope you enjoyed the chapter :) Thank you for your time!