"I'm sure she is." James said, and then rolled his eyes. This guy was a nut job, obviously, either that or he had a death wish. He wasn't quite sure which was which. But if the kid knew what was good for him, he would drop it. James was in no mood for games. He was rarely in mood for games.
A brow arched as the guy burst out laughing. He gave an agitated sigh as he folded his arms across his chest. The words that came out of his mouth, however, after he finished talking to himself of course, made James blanch. He turned white from head to toe and stopped breathing for a moment.
After he finally composed himself enough to speak, he took a breath and then said in a very low, very threatening tone, "Who have you been talking to?" The only person that knew that nickname... Well, no, not even Nat knew that name and certainly Cissy had never heard it either, had she?
"You think you're fucking funny, don't you? But you're not. You know that, right?"