James's POV
Kendall's hands must be little.
I mean, they must have been, or he never could've had his fist basically shoved up my nose.
He had a big mouth, too.
He basically swallowed my fist whole as I slammed it down on his face.
He returned the favor.
I was trying to stay quiet, afraid that Piper would look out and see us fighting. I know she'd be too worried that someone would get hurt to stay under my bed and stay quiet. After a few near silent minutes of James-to-jaw combat, Kendall pinned me down on my stomach, yanking my arm behind my back. Dammit. For the second time in two hours, I was on the ground with my best friend on top of me.
"Where is she?" he whispered into my ear, almost menacing.
"Don't you think she would've asked you to drive if she wanted you to know?" I gasped as he pulled my arm further.
"Don't fuck with me, Maslow. I know you didn't drive anywhere. Your car isn't in the driveway and we both know it."
"It broke down, man. It's in the shop! Just let me go."
"Whose house, James?"
"What do you think? Ours?" I said it as sarcastically as I could.
Kendall chuckled.
He whispered to himself.
"You don't know how bad I wish that was true."
He slowly got up, offering me a hand.
"We cool, Kendizzle?" I asked timidly.
"Yeah, man. Sorry…"
A few steps closer to the door
"You sure we're cool?"
"Already said yes, James."
"Just checking."
Not even two seconds later
"You sure?"
"James."
"Sorry."
"Whatever," he muttered.
"Would you kill me if I ever brought Piper back to the house?" I stuttered.
"What the hell, dude. She left less than an hour ago. Don't talk about her."
I shook my head, wishing I wasn't so in love with this girl.
Kendall was gonna be pissed.