as he lay on his back on the bed.
“I didn’t think you’d call.” Jaime skipped the hello. He always did. He said if someone was calling him, saying hello was a waste of time and minutes because they wouldn’t call him if they didn’t want to talk to him.
“Sorry. I should have texted and canceled.”
“That would have been better.” Jaime’s sigh into the phone was harsh. “Sean, what’s going on?”
Sean tried to find the right words, but ended up taking so long to answer that Jaime spoke again.
“Hey. I’m really having a hard time believing that you’re okay right now. Lupe said Travis was being weird. Is he okay? She thinks I’m too interested in her life now. Do you want me to come over?”
“No.” Sean closed his eyes to try and block the tears and focus. “Fuck. Why are you acting like you care?”
“I’m sorry. Am I not supposed to care about my friends?”
“Friends? We’re fucking every weekend, and we’re friends ? That’s what you do with your friends? Alana saw you making out with another one of your friends last night. I’m sorry. I just misunderstood, since I don’t fuck Travis or Alana.”
Jaime didn’t answer right away, and Sean was sure he could hear the sob Sean let slip.
“Sean. Fuck. Sean, I’m sorry.” Jaime took a deep breath, and Sean knew on some level that he wasn’t going to say what Sean wanted. “Sean, I didn’t know you thought we were more. That’s just not what I’m looking for. I—”
“If you’re going to say you’re not that into me or that it’s not me, it’s you, can you just stop?” Sean interrupted. “I also don’t want to hear that you just don’t do relationships or you still want to be friends.”
“Okay,” Jaime said after a moment of silence. Sean could hear him take another deep breath. “Do you want me to get Lexi to drive the kids to rehearsals? She probably will.”
“Yeah. If she’s not going to show up and kill me.” He’d never actually seen Aleksandra angry, but he’d heard stories.
“She won’t. She likes you,” Jaime said.
“Okay.”
“Sean. I am sorry,” Jaime said.
“I know.” Sean wiped a hand over his face. His mom always said crying was healthy, but he’d never managed to use that logic to keep Travis from hovering. “I need you to hang up now. I don’t actually want to.”
“Okay. I’ll let you know about Lexi and then I’ll leave you alone, but I’m here if you change your mind about the friends thing, okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.” Sean knew he was being dramatic holding the phone until Jaime hung up, but Steph had always said it was his dramatic nature that carried out from the stage.
It was a few minutes before his phone buzzed with a text.
Lexi agreed to drive next week. Also, she called me a stupid fucking asshole. In English. So she could be sure I understood.
Sean kind of hated that even if Jaime didn’t want to be with him, he still knew how to make Sean smile. When Sean’s phone buzzed again, it was from Alana.
Can we come in yet? Are you still on the phone? Travis won’t let me listen at the door.
Chapter 7
T RAVIS LET him sleep until noon on Sunday with Alana curled up next to him before he walked in, grabbed the blankets, and took them into the living room. He did at least have the heart to dump them on the couch and not complain when that was as far as Sean and Alana moved.
“You’re both going to class tomorrow and dress rehearsal. I’m considering making you both go to an extra class,” Travis said as he stood in front of the TV at nine o’clock that night.
“You’d have to make Steph agree to it. She won’t do that before a dress rehearsal,” Sean said as Alana tried to see around Travis.
“If you don’t move, I’m going to have to Google to find out if she stays married to the fourteen-year-old after she gets out of jail,” Alana said before throwing a carrot stick at Travis.
“This is your one day. I swear, that’s it. You’re
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