James didn’t blink.
He just stood there, eyes locked on Ethan like he was trying to read something beneath his skin. There was anger there—clear, sharp—but something else too. Something heavier.
Ethan felt it.
And it made no sense.
Why is he looking at me like that?
Because just earlier—very clearly—he had seen James with a girl. Not just talking. Not just standing close.
Kissing her.
Like nothing else mattered.
Like Ethan didn’t exist.
So what was this now?
The boy beside Ethan shifted awkwardly, glancing between them. The tension was too obvious, too uncomfortable to ignore.
“Uh… I feel like I’m interrupting something,” he said cautiously.
James’ gaze snapped to him instantly.
“You feel like you are?” he repeated, his tone dry, almost mocking.
The boy swallowed hard.
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