Kendall's POV
I thought I knew her.
I thought I had Piper all figured out. I thought wrong.
The tattoo. The bellybutton ring I saw when Logan's hand was up her shirt this morning. The way she had every guy in our house wrapped around her finger and used them. She wasn't the girl she was when she first got here. She definitely wasn't who she was 6 years ago when she left.
Yet somehow, James was still pacing and obsessing over her as if she was.
I dragged Logan and Carlos away from the girls they had been talking to and told them. Carlos decided he would be the one to go talk to him.
Carlos's POV
"James. We got to talk."
I pulled him into one of the dressing rooms.
"You have to let go of her, dude. She doesn't like you."
"Not yet! She did until I fucking punched her…" he muttered, shaking his head shamefully.
"Don't you get it? She probably thinks this is funny! She's setting you up like an idiot and you're falling for it. She's just using you!" I shouted, shaking him for emphasis.
"She's not," he whispered.
"Yes she is! You know what, James? We probably would've freaking done it when we were under your bed if there would've been enough room!" Oh god. That was a bit much…
"Listen, James. I didn't mean-"
"No. You're right Carlos. She doesn't want me the way I want her. She's just some stupid whore I picked up at the club. A mistake."
"James, wait-"
He walked away shaking his head.
He marched up to the pay phone in the hallway and popped in fifty cents.
"Hello? Lacey? It's James…"