I remember that night.
I remember it so clearly.
I can tell you where I was.
I can tell you what I was doing.
I can tell you what song was playing on the speakers.
I can also tell you how I felt when I found out.
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I stood at my locker the next morning, scowling into it. On my way in, I heard Haven agreeing to do something with James and him giving her his number. I felt stupid, but I was jealous.
I was freaking jealous.
"Hey, dearest brother," Ryan's voice came.
I turned to look at her before snapping, "What?"
"Well, somebody has got their panties in a bunch. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Ryan. What do you need?"
"If I go to a party this weekend, will you tell mom?"
"Do I ever tell her?" I snapped out.
"Okay, that's it. What has got you so pissy, Cason?"
"Nothing has me pissy. Why are you asking?"
"Because you are acting like you have a damn stick up your ass," She snapped at me, putting her hands on her hips and standing in the defensive position she always gets in.
"I'm sorry, Ryan. I have something on my mind."
"Well, I hope it's not what I think."
I stared at her and asked quickly, "What do you think?"
"Someone was saying that you hooked up with Carrie against last night," She casually said.
"God damn. I did not hook up with her."
"So why did you leave with her?"
"I don't know! I just don't know!"
"That's not a good answer, dear brother of mine."
"I did it to get her off my back."
"Please, be careful. You know how she is."
"I will, Ryan."
After she walked away, I headed over to James.
"Hey man," He greeted me.
"So, what's going on with you and Haven?" Brendon asked, suddenly appearing.
