Free The Truth About James (Y.A Series Book 2) by Sarah Tork

some soup.”
    “Thanks.” I told her, sitting up on my bed.
    She lowered the tray down in front of my folded legs, sitting on the other side. “It’s just some chicken noodle, nothing crazy calorie wise.”
    As I leaned over and picked up the bowl, mom placed the back of her hand against my forehead, taking me by surprise. Where did this motherly compassion come from?
    “You do feel a bit clammy, finish the bowl and rest.” She ordered. I nodded and she left the room without another word.
     
    *~*~*
     
    My phone buzzed, waking me up from my nap. I brought it to my ear and answered the call without checking who it was.
    “Hello?” I answered groggily.
    “Where are you?” a familiar voice asked.
    “Who’s this?” I muttered, holding the phone as my head lay deeper in the pillow.
    “James.” He answered, impatiently.
    My eyes flung open, shocked. “James!”
    “Where are you?” He asked again.
    I couldn’t believe it, he’d actually called me. I think this is the first time we’ve talked on the phone. What should I say to him? Why did I even answer? I was too sleepy to check call display otherwise I probably would have ignored the call from him.
    “I’m at home.” I answered, nonchalantly.
    “Are you sick?”
    “Yes.” I answered stoically.
    “Is there something wrong?”
    “Nope!” I snipped.
    James snorted. “Bullshit!”
    “I’ve got nothing to say to you!” I screeched lowly, tucking myself under my covers to mask the noise level of my growls.
    “Great, what did I do now?” James exasperated.
    “What did you do?” I repeated, confused and appalled that he had the nerve to pretend he didn’t know what was going on, when he knew exactly what was going on.
    He was the star…yet again.
    “Yeah, because one minute I think we’re cool and then next you’re back to being pissed at me!” He snapped.
    “You know what you did, stop acting innocent!” I snapped back.
    “I didn’t do anything!” James pleaded, as if I were accusing him of a crime he didn’t commit. He did.
    “You’re a liar!” I informed him.
    “Oh yeah, then what the hell did I lie about?” James counterattacked.
    “You hooked up with Donna, Sunday night!” My screeches were getting louder, so I tucked myself underneath the pillow, which was also underneath the blanket.
    “You actually believed that stupid rumor!” James said in disbelief.
    “So you’re denying it again?” I told him slowly.
    “I’m stating a fact. I didn’t hook up with her!”
    I shook my head. “Oh really, well answer me this, did you go to a party Sunday night!”
    He stalled for a few seconds before answering. “Yeah, but_”
    “And was Donna there?” I asked.
    “Yes, but_” He started, but I interrupted him. I heard what I needed to hear. And I’d had enough of his games.
    “Don’t ever talk to me again, you hear!” I ordered him sternly.
    “Will you shut up and let me explain!” James snapped.
    “Why should I?”
    “You know what, fuck this, I don’t need this!” James announced.
    “That’s fine by me, bye douchebag!” I growled.
    I hung up the call, fuming, feeling slightly better after ripping him a new one. As I exhaled the angry breath from my system, my door knocked, hard.
    “Annabelle!” Mom called worriedly. “Is everything okay? I heard yelling!”
    “Everything’s fine, I just had a nightmare!” I called at the door.
    “Okay, are you okay?” Mom’s voice went down a peg.
    “I’m fine. I’m going to take another nap, calm my nerves.” I announced.
    “Okay sweetheart.” She said and I heard her footsteps stalking away from my door. 
    Sweetheart?
     
    *~*~*
     
    My phone buzzed again, waking me up. It felt as if I had only slept five minutes. I checked the time before answering the call. It was ten after three, school was over.
    I checked call display this time, just in case. I wasn’t worried that James would call again, he seemed pretty angry during the demise of our