I don't know why I did it. I could've just deleted the message. I should've deleted his number from my phone or at least changed my number ages ago when I had the chance. Jo, Camille and I had gotten back from our mall trip about an hour ago, with little damage done to my wallet, thank you very much, and I was growing bored. There were literally thousands of things I could've done; spammed Sawyer's Facebook, work on the song for Gustavo, call Carlos. Instead, for some ungodly reason a side from curiosity getting the best of me, I replied to Brandon.

To Brandon:
Yeah, what do you want?

From Brandon:
Well, I'm in L.A for a while and I was wondering if we could talk?

To Brandon:
Okay, I repeat; what do you want?

From Brandon:
In person?

What could you possibly have to say to me? I want to punch you in the face.

I stared at my phone, chewing my lip. I shouldn't. I REALLY shouldn't, but he hasn't tried to contact me since we broke up. Even before I had moved away, he would avoid me at school and pretend we hadn't dated. We dated. For two years we dated, and he tried to pretend it never happened and would join in with his friends when they would torment the hell out of me and the other Drama class students. I was once referred to as a barn yard animal. I could feel my rage slowly building the longer I looked at his message, my jaw clenched and I could feel gears in my mind turning.

Was he serious? He was actually asking for me to meet him so we can talk. He's had the chances, he's had the time. Why now all of the sudden? Why was he even in town in the first place? What the hell kind of game is he playing?

I might as well be an ass about it.

To Brandon:
Oink.

From Brandon:
Elizabeth, please.

To Brandon:
Moo.

From Brandon:
Elizabeth, are you going to talk to me?

To Brandon:
Bahhhh.

I laughed. I hoped this was getting to him in any way it possibly could. Honestly I didn't know if I was going to talk to him or not, with all the stress I had been feeling lately, this could very well be the thing to push me over the edge and jack slap him straight to hell. Though something, a small thing was telling me I should at least let him say something. I don't have anything to lose from the situation or anything to gain for that matter. This decision was going to have to be based upon thought.

From Brandon:
You know what, never mind. Sorry I bothered.

To Brandon:
I'll think about it.

I tossed my phone down onto the couch, "Ya douche canoe." I said to nobody as I rested my feet up on the coffee table. That was enough to shoot my mood to hell. I grabbed my phone again and scrolled through my contacts. Once I found the one I was looking for I sent him a text.

To Carlos:
Hey, are you busy?

From Carlos:
Not at all. What's up?

To Carlos:
Are you still up for the day at the park?

From Carlos:
I'm on my way to your place!

I smiled, shoving my phone in my pocket as I got up to write my Mom a note.

JAMES' POV

Carlos and I were playing a racing game, halfway through our pies when he got a text. He paused the game on me and replied to it before returning to the game. I looked from him and back to the TV, "Who was that?" I asked.

"Nobody..." He replied as he got another text.

He paused the game again, only this time to cheer loudly before holding his helmet down steady on his head as he shot up from the couch and running out of the apartment. I looked back and forth from him to the screen before he pushed past Logan, the door slamming behind him.

"What was that about?" He asked as he walked into the living area.

"He got a text, got excited, and bailed." I answered a little confused by it.

"Last time he did that," he said as he joined me on the couch, "it was Elizabeth."

"He told me it was nobody..." I thought out loud. Why would he tell me it was nobody? Elizabeth is a major someone in all of our lives, why lie about talking to her? He has been acting differently though. He was quieter, keeping to himself the past few days. Sometimes it looked like he would be lost in thought, I had to catch his attention to get him to play the game with me, and he barely even gave me a response. I tried to shake it off, "Whatever; wanna finish the game?" I asked grabbing Carlos' abandoned controller and passing it to Logan.

"Sure, you ready to lose?" He asked leaning forward.

"Ha! You happen to be in the presence on the video game king of video games!" I replied.

"You just said video games twice."

"Yeah, I did." I said as I un-paused the game.

I still needed to think about how to talk to Elizabeth, when to do it and what I was going to say. I didn't normally date friends. Friendzone was a terrible place for me to be and tried to avoid it at all costs when talking to girls, but at some point it just happened with Elizabeth. I guess she came around so often after meeting Kendall and Logan that it felt natural to be her friend. But since that day in the gym...

"OH! Looks like the video game king of video games, just became the jester!" Logan hollered breaking me from my thoughts.

"What?!" I hadn't even been paying attention, "There's no way!"

"Yup, if you were wearing a crown, I'd take it." He said as he leaned back, propping his feet up on the table.

I sighed as I picked up my pie. I stabbed my fork into what was left and took a bite from it. I really need to take care of this Elizabeth thing.


I'm not to sure about this chapter, I'm also not sure where I'm going with this...hahaha. I only have a few ideas here and there...connecting them...will be the issue... What do you think though? :) I would love to know your thoughts on it! :D