JESSE
The Art café is sort of deserted. I guess it usually gets full at around lunch hour. I sit down in the farthest corner then i scan the area. Shane is not in yet.
I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't show up. He hates my guts; and rightfully so. Again, i just told him that his father wants him dead. Maybe i should have withheld that information until he got here.
My phone is vibrating and i grit my teeth. If it's his father....
It's Kate.
I debate with myself whether to answer that or not. Should I? Should i not? We haven't talked since the day she made the stupid paparazzi move. Not that she hasn't been calling; it's just that i haven't been answering her calls. I think I'm now truly over her.
And that's the point I'm going to make to her.
_One last time_
I answer the ph
