James's POV
Carlos was wearing lip-gloss.
The same color as Piper's.
He was dead.
I didn't say anything, flipping it around in my mind. Eventually, he got up to leave.
He hugged her goodnight.
I waited patiently for him to close my door. That's when it started to hurt.
"Piper. You know how hard that was? Sneaking around for you, lying to my best friend for you, getting beat up for you?"
"Of course I do! Thank you so much, James" she whispered guiltily.
She crawled over to hug me, and my hand shot out and landed on her chest, holding her back.
She froze, bit her lip, and sat back.
I took the clothes out of my pillow and threw them into her lap.
"Go sleep with Carlos, not that you haven't probably done it before" I scoffed, trying to muster the angriest face that I could. I'd rather her think I was mad than see how hurt I was.
"James… I didn't… We didn-" I cut her off.
"Don't tell me nothing happened. All three of us know something did. Go. Get out. Sorry for keeping you from your beloved douche bag" I spat. I couldn't tell if the venom was real or fake.
"I'm sorry…" she mumbled, as her head went down. She got up and walked away, staring at her feet.
Did I care? No way.
Yes.