"What?" I demanded. "That was completely inappropriate of you!"
"What is 'completely inappropriate' was how you threw yourself at me in the carpark the other night!"
"I was drunk, you bastard!" I screamed. I was drenched, my hair was sticking to my face but I wasn't uncomfortable only because of that.
I heard footsteps, the sound of boots stepping in mud, approaching me as I tried to walk away.Then, he grabbed my arm to stop me and look me in the eye.
"Let go of me," I spit through my teeth.
"Not until you tell me," he whispered gently, his hair wet and flat, tangled and sticking to his forehead. "Tell me you're in love with me. That's all I want to know. And then I'll leave you alone. Jamie, are you, even in the slightest bit, in love with me?" he inquired, leaning in, our faces inches apart.
"I...I..." I spluttered. Before I realized what he was doing, he crashed his lips to mine, one hand on my back, the other on the back of my neck, holding me in place.
Suddenly, I saw a bright flash of light in my peripheral view. James must have noticed it too because he released me, startled. I quickly took this opportunity to throw a punch at him, satisfied when I hit him square in his jaw. However, doing this resulted in me losing my balance and landing flat on the ground, the droplets of rain hitting my face. The back of my head and my knuckles throbbed with pain but I was still in shock about what had just happened to be too bothered about the pain.
"I can't believe you just did that," I mumbled in disbelief, stunned.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked, grimacing in pain.
"Because you kissed me, you arse!"
"So you punched me in return?" he scoffed, offering a hand to help me to my feet. "Let me help you up, Jamie."
"Don't you dare touch me," I warned, rolling over onto my stomach to lift myself up to my feet. My wounds were healing well - it barely hurt anymore.
I heaved as I finally got on my feet, breathing deeply. I ignored him as I hopped to retrieve my crutches. Then, I walked away.
"You kissed me back," he said smugly, running in front of me to stop me in my tracks.
"I did not. Now move," I instructed, in no mood to tolerate him anymore.
"Come on, Jamie. I'm your best friend. I'll always have your back."
"Yeah like how you 'had my back' when Sullivan did those things to me?" I asked sarcastically, watching his boyish grin turn into a frown of guilt. But I was too angry at him to care.
"I didn't know," he mumbled softly. " You never told me anything anyway!" he retorted, louder now.
I yelled in frustration. "You know what? Take this," I told him, pulling off the necklace he gave me. I placed it in the palm of his hand. "Leave me alone."
I didn't look back as I walked to my aunt's house. Fortunately, it didn't take her long to open the door and I was soon in a hot, relaxing bath before tucking Darcy and Quinn in goodnight then, I went off to bed.
I hardly slept. I was tossing and turning, my throat was sore, I had a runny nose and my head was throbbing. But eventually, I fell asleep, only to find myself staring up at the ceiling, wide awake a few hours later. As I peered out the window, I realised that the sun had risen, the sunlight streaming in. Odd. I wondered how long I'd been staring up at the ceiling for.