TUESDAY
October 9th.
To say I was nervous to meet Jakes new friend Sky was a understatement.
I put my shaking hands between my knees.
I look up and find James, Liam, and Westley all looking at me. Only when I look back at Westley he immediately looks away. He's still ignoring me and James.
I sigh, I honestly don't know what his problem is.
It doesn’t matter I guess, I never got to close to him, and I really doubt I would have wanted too. After James warned me and all. It's probably a really good thing he doesn't talk to us anymore.
Liam and James give me a questioning look and James tosses a piece of paper onto my desk.
What's wrong?
I'm meeting Jakes friend today. I'm just a little nervous.
I throw it back towards James desk but Liam catches it in mid air.
I look at him impressed, he sees me staring and grins.
What do you have to be nervous about? Liam writes back.
He throws it onto my desk and James gives him a annoyed look.
Well what if she's really pretty? What if she wants Jake and is secretly planning to break us up?
I throw it towards Liams desk but this time James intercepts it, giving Liam a dirty look.
I laugh under my hand.
James writes something and as he's folding it back up Liam grabs it off the desk.
He throws it to me after he scribbles something down.
I doubt she'll be prettier then you, and Jake would never let anyone get between you.
James is right. Jake isn't going to let anyone take you away from him. Also even if this girl is really 'pretty' I bet Jake wouldn't even notice.
I laugh under my hand again this time a little to loud so I cough to cover it up.
Why the quotations around pretty Liam?
I give James a warning look and toss is back to Liam, who then smirks at James.
Because I don't really use the word pretty. I more prefer the word fuckable.
And what would you consider fuckable?
Before it can make it to Liam, James catches it. He gives us both a dirty look before opening it.
He would consider you fuckable.
I blush, then without writing anything toss it to Liam.
Liam gives James a dirty look.
I watch it go between them and then it finally makes it back to me.
Jesus James, behave.
You know it's true.
Fine yes it's true. Now can we get back to Maggies problem?
I blush deeper when it gets back to me.
Can we never talk about me being 'fuckable' again? Ever? Also yesterday when we got home he said she wanted to meet me. So I asked if I had anything to worry about.
Really and what did he say? James writes back.
That she has pink hair.
