Plans have changed recently and I need Jasper gone sooner than later before he catches Bronson here one day and kills me and Luke. I stare at my phone before hitting dial, not even sure if he's home because I haven't seen or talked to him in almost two days. "Hey, hi. Megs?" His voice is gruff and sounds like he just woke up; it's after noon already. "Lucas?" I say in confusion. "Are you okay? Are you drunk?" "What? No. What? I'm fine, how are you?" "Fine." I narrow my eyes and of course thoughts of who the fuck is he with fills my head. Not that I care, no reason to care. He can fuck a hundred other girls for all I care. "Bronson misses you. I was wondering if I could drop him by for maybe an hour? I have to run to the store." I bite my lip a minute but before he responds I say, "Unless your busy? Company or something?" "Oh um... Yeah, sure. I guess I'll see you soon." He hangs up without so much as a goodbye, leaving me staring at a very excited five year old. "Let's just make it sooner than he's expecting," I mutter to myself and scoop up Bronson and am out the door before even turning off the TV.
