“You f*****g didn’t.”
James laughs sardonically under his breath and I wince inwardly at the undercurrent of anger in his voice. Peeling out of my jacket, I move to sit next to him.
In a split second, someone pulls out the chair for me. I look up to see Neal still glaring at my irate best friend.
“Thank you,” I mutter, sitting as he pushes the chair back. Louis takes the seat across from James and I think Neal is going to join him.
Instead, he drags a chair closer and sits down next to me so that I’m sandwiched between him and James.
I look down at my lap as I blush. Hard.
“We’ll be joining you for lunch,” I hear him say to James, “I hope you don’t mind.”
James makes a fist on his lap but he manages to reply, “Not at all.” He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth. “I just wish Star w
