James downed his drink, clearly ticked off.
Lily stepped up, frown lines deep, "Who was she?"
"You said I was your world these past five years. What's your deal with her?"
As things got awkward, the pot-stirrer backpedaled, "Might've mixed things up."
Lily, tears welling up, was out for the truth.
James's eyes locked on hers.
He seemed torn between decisions, but it instantly vanished as she turned to walk away.
He caught her hand and drew her in. "That's nuts. You've always been the one."
Envy was thick in the air, you could hear the teeth grit.
Me? I just strolled past, "Mind stepping aside? Thanks."
He finally noticed me, eyes wide in a flash of panic, "Why are you here!"
Stunned, I just flashed my meet-and-greet ticket.
Lily Evans leaned in, all coy, "James, stop eyeballing other chicks, it makes me crazy jealous, like, seriously hurts."
James didn't go for a kiss.
He just pushed her back, holding her off like she was just some acquaintance.
He grumbled and stepped aside, letting me through, like he barely knew me.
How bizarre.
That night, James didn't roll in until way past midnight.
I was lounging on the couch, catching him chatting on his phone, totally ignoring me.