Hot little blonde chick blinked up at him. An arrow of inappropriate pleasure ran through his system as he answered. "Hey. What's up?" He grimaced when he heard the enthusiasm in his voice. Gay. Dude, be cool. Julie started talking immediately. "Gibson, I don't know what--I don't know what to do." Fear slid through his gut at her shaky words. "What's wrong?" "I'm at home. In the parking lot. There are police cars everywhere. I'm scared to go up, I--" He interrupted her. "Stay put. Where's your cousin? Where's Monica?" "Ashley's with Ryan. Monica's at her parent's house." "Calm down, babe. Don't attempt to get in your apartment. Leave everything and come over here. You remember the way?" The worry in his voice was apparent. "I can't come there--"she argued. "Why the hell not?" He'd go find her and drag her back here if he had to. "I don't know--I'll call Ashley. Maybe go to Ryan's." "No.
