Chapter 32

James lay on the couch, sorting through some documents in his hands. He stared at the papers with a serious look, each time swearing under his breath.

'Something is wrong?' I asked him as I sat in my chair and watched him.

He lazily looked up at me, then pursing his lips, he quickly and firmly said: 'Don't fucking act like you really care about me.'

The guy again began to examine the documents that he held in his hands.

'I'm not you, James.'

He looked at me again when he heard what I said. His eyes frowned and he quickly pointed to the stairs that led to the second floor.

'Get outta here!' He screamed, looking at me with a menacing look.

'I'll do it, but I'd rather get out of this house forever than just go up to this damn room.'

'Bitch,' he barked under his breath, but I still heard him.

'I hate you,' I whispered as I walked up the stairs to the second floor.

I entered the room, sitting on the bed. The whole time I've been here, he's always sent me here. And I didn't really want to be around him either.

The sound of the brakes made me get up and look out the window to see who was at Foster's house. The black jeep stopped not far from the house, without even stopping through the gate to the owner's territory. The curly head came out of the car as the guy got out of the car. Dean slammed the car door behind him, then lifted his head up, looking around the house. I looked at him as his eyes met mine. He smiled showing his dimples. Putting a finger to his lips, he signaled me not to tell Foster anything about my friend's unexpected appearance. But when I thought that the guy came alone, I was wrong.

The front door of the car opened and from there came out that guy I didn't know whom I stumbled upon when I wanted to escape in the right building. Slowly, I moved away from the window, wondering why the guys didn't want James to know they were there. Deciding to go down to the first floor, knowing that Foster would be annoyed again, I opened the door, leaving the room. At that moment, when I began to go down the stairs, the place on the sofa was empty. The documents were on a small table near the TV, but the guy was nowhere to be found in the living room.

'Jay?' I called him, trying to find the guy by his voice.

'What, angel?'

I turned towards his office, where Foster was standing with his arms crossed over his chest near the window. He watched with a smile as his friends entered the grounds of his house.

'You already knew they were here, right?' I asked softly as I walked closer to him.

'No, I didn't know, angel,' he called me affectionately again.

In fact, Jay always called me that. Frankly, I have long been accustomed to his sudden change of mood. In one second, the guy could yell at me, and in another be affectionate to me and call me an angel.

'You know...' James turned to face me, tilting his head slightly to the side. 'Let's give them a little surprise too, shall we?'

His eyes literally lit up from his own idea. He grabbed my shoulders as he began to tell me his plan:

'Listen to me, now I'll run away to the second floor, and when the guys come into the house, then tell them that I'm not there and I asked them to pick up a blue folder in my room, okay? You understood me? Then I will act on my own.'

Jay released me, quickly running out of the office like a child. Before I had time to change my mind, I heard a quick clatter of feet on the stairs.

At the same moment, there was a loud ringing at the door, I started a little with fright, giving Foster a little time to hide or what he planned there, I slowly went to the door. The palm rested on the cold handle, after which I pulled it down, opening the door. Raising my head up, I smiled slightly, trying to hide my confusion in front of these people.

'Hi.' My voice was very quiet and not bold.

Dean beamed as the other guy next to him looked at me with a piercing look, as if he was trying to get to know me.

'Hello, Hailey. Nice to see you, but do you know where Jay is right now?'

'He...' I stuttered, almost betraying Foster's plan. 'Left, he left.'

The guy next to Dean snorted, leaning against the door frame. Dean looked at him strangely, apparently trying to tell him something. There was eye contact between them, they literally spoke to each other without words. I felt uncomfortable being here, because I felt that this unknown guy already hated me for reasons unknown to me.

'He asked you to come into his room and take a blue folder,' two glances sharply rushed to me and I practically fell through the ground from wild embarrassment.

'Go away,' the brown-haired man shoved me aside, brazenly walking into the house.

'Nick!' Dean yelled indignantly, but the guy didn't even turn around to look at him.

He took off his shoes as he walked and ran up the stairs to the second floor.

'Forgive him, he's just...' Dean thought, trying to find the right words in his head. 'He just thinks you're just like everyone else.'

'What are you talking about?' The guy squeezed his lower lip between his long fingers, lowering his gaze. 'So what am I for this Nick?'

'Just a girl to play with,' his words echoed painfully in my head.

That's what James Foster made me for the rest of you. Now everyone thinks that I'm just one of those who are in the right building in the women's department.

'Hey, Nick just doesn't know you that well, get him. Just let him figure you out for a while.' The guy put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly. 'When he gets to know you, he won't treat you like that.'

At that moment, there was a loud shot and the sound of breaking glass. My heart quickened its rhythm from fear, and my body immediately threw into a fever. Dean froze just like me. After a minute of our stupor, the guy quickly took off his shoes and we ran upstairs to the sound of another shot. Loud swearing was heard from the room. Dean opened the door, quickly running into the room. The window was broken, and pieces of glass lay on the floor. Nick was on the bed, and Jay was sitting on top of him, at the same time pressing his hands to the bed.

'What the hell is going on?' Dean growled, looking around at the two guys' current position.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the gun in Nick's hand, which was the reason James held it tight.

'Get off me,' Louis said through gritted teeth. 'I'll shoot you next time, not the window, if you fucking joke around like that again.'

Foster continued to sit on Nick, still clasping his hands in his and watching as the guy tried to get out from under him. Suddenly, James laughed out loud while we all exchanged glances at Foster's strange behavior. The blond man relaxed during the laughter and Nick took advantage of this, the brown-haired man threw him onto his back, sitting on top of him and pressing his hands to the bed in the same way.

'You should have seen your face when I jumped out screaming at you.'

'This isn't funny, Jay,' Nick growled, looking down at the boy.

We still stood with Dean on the aisle, trying to understand the current situation. Neither I nor Dean even understood what had happened.

'Hey, calm down,' the guy next to me suddenly started up, while Louis swung at Foster, but Dean managed to run up to them, managing to grab the brown-haired man by a powerful fist.

'Good! Unhand me and let me go outside!' Pulling his hand away, Nick got up from the guy below him and walked towards me with a formidable expression on his face.

Fear was born in my chest, because this guy had a bad attitude towards me, and besides, now he was angry. He walked past me, shoving his shoulder to the side, leaving the room, he hurried to the street.

'No matter what you do, you shouldn't have behaved like this to Nick. You know, he doesn't like or understand all these jokes,' Dean said calmly, helping the blond get out of bed.

'Actually, I thought you were going to come in here together,' James defended himself.

'I'm a little late,' Dean turned his gaze to me, lingering on me for a bit.

'Anyway, we need to talk to you.' Foster suddenly stopped talking, turning his head in my direction. 'Angel, can you go get Nick and invite him for a cup of tea?'

I nodded my head, realizing that the guy just didn't want me to hear their conversation. With slow steps, I descended the stairs, delaying each step. I didn't want to go to Nick, but anyway I had to. I took my sneakers, putting them on my feet. Opening the door to the street, I left the house, but there was not a single living soul in the yard.