Who's Stacey?

"So that's your uncle?" Jake muttered after Antonio went upstairs. Jake had gotten here an hour before Ant and we've been seated on the couch since catching up.

"Yup. My grumpy uncle," I said looking away, I had to think about something on the spot and uncle was the best I could do.

"And that's his girlfriend?" I nodded again, "Rather we carry on with us?" He asked again and I grinned

"Please," There was a moment of silence after I said that.

"I don't know why I never had the guts to approach you in school," He said and my head snapped to him.

"Wait what?" I spoke out after looking at him for the longest time ever and he chuckled, shifting closer to me and twirling his finger around my braid.

"I liked you, still like you actually but I never had the balls to say it out loud to you. Had to work up some courage to finally come out to you," He shifted closer and I saw his eyes flicker down to my lips then back to my eyes.

"Oh?" I whispered and he must've taken that as a sign to lean in and kiss me and someone cleared their throat, oh thank God!

Jake pulled away and scooted away from me, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't you think it's late?" It wasn't a question, but it definitely saved me. Jake ran his fingers through his hair and got up, I followed him to the door and opened it for him.

"Will be in touch Lotus. Goodnight sir," He pecked my cheek and I closed the door behind him, when I turned around Ant was still in his same position looking at me with indescribable eyes.

"Goodnight Ant," I whispered heading upstairs, he didn't respond so I carried on upstairs. In all honesty, I was glad he disturbed us but he didn't have to be so rude about it.

I sat on the bed reflecting on all that happened today, some made me laugh alone. Specifically when Jesse came back downstairs with a scowl and looked at me then huffed, what was that about.

But Jake said he liked me! That's supposed to make me super happy but I'm just not feeling that spark. Like I thought I would...oh well.

My phone buzzes next to me and I smirk thinking it's a text from Jake but it's Wood calling. I ignore the call because honestly, he's just going to repeat himself. I still don't get why he's so obsessed with Ant.

W: You better answer the goddamn phone!

He seriously acts like a freaking obsessed boyfriend who always wants to know where I'm at or what I'm doing. 

W: I'm giving you 30s or else I'm gonna come breaking down that house and kill him in front of you.

I immediately answer the phone call, of course, play on her trauma!

"What!?"

"You should know better than to ignore me, my flower."

I really hate it when he calls me flower, I know that's my name but I despise flowers. Weird I know

"Sorry, what do you want Wood?"

"Just felt like talking to you."

"Bullshit."

"I'd watch that tongue if I were you, wouldn't want anything happening to Jakey boy."

Shit! I really don't like this guy

"What is sweet ol' Ant saying about that?  Does he like the fact you have boys hanging around you when you're obviously his."

"Unlike you, he understands Jake is a friend, besides he has a girlfriend. He isn't interested in me like that, so I had to come up with a plan B." 

I am clearly lying but I just want him to lay off for a minute!

"What is plan B?" 

He's annoyed, probably because I didn't discuss it with him. Oh well

"He'll come around. Just trust me Wood." 

"I don't want him to come around! I want him to walk right to me, do what you were asked and stop fucking around Lotus! Or you know what will happen!"

With that, he hung up and I frowned. That sounded gay, is Wood gay? Nah, I laughed at the thought and read a book on my phone.

Am I the only one who can't deal with a hard copy of a book, I seriously prefer my phone! 

I couldn't fully concentrate on the book I was reading, Wood is a serious pain in the fucking ass! I know I already told Ant everything Wood said to me but I just can't help feeling as if there's so much more I don't know and it will bite us in the ass if we aren't careful.

A soft but dominating knock on the door whips me out of my thoughts, "Can I come in?" He asked lowly but his voice was well heard and deep

"U-uhm yeah. Come in." I stuttered, why am I stuttering

He opened the door and came in barefoot with his sweatpants on and a white tight shirt that left little to the imagination. His muscles bulged out his shirt and I saw tattoos travelling up his arms up to his collar bones. You could obviously also see them on his chest.

My heart was beating so fast you could probably hear it! He stared at me for a minute and cleared his throat, "I wanted to hear your thoughts on the Jonah case." Oh? Can't help but feel disappointed but mastered a smile and cocked my head a bit to the side.

"Sure. What's up?" I locked my phone to give him my undivided attention, only if I could get his as well.

"Come down to my office, we'll discuss it there," He left the room and left the door open. So much for 'please' and 'thank you.'

I got up from the bed and headed downstairs to his office in my sleeping shorts and a loose baggy shirt. Most comfortable wear in the world I tell you. I knock before I hear a grunted come in. Correct me if I'm right, was it not him who came to me for my input.

I entered his office, it's the same as his office at work but this one is much darker...nice.

"Sit," I sat and put one leg on the chair and laid my leg on it waiting for him to speak.

"Foot off my chair," He said lowly and I raised my eyebrow at him but still did as he asked. He then looked up at me after writing something on his papers, "How would you convince the jury that Jonah is innocent." 

"I wouldn't convince them, I would let them see it," I shrugged my shoulders and he rolled my eyes and gave me a pointed look, I sighed and carried on explaining.

"Obviously since he has hemophobia you could conduct a test right there in court and also show him pictures of his friends stabbed to death with all that blood leaking out their bodies and for sure he will pass out or vomit or go into a hemophobia shock or go crazy and shit crying hysterically. Plus your notes say that none of the deceased bodies had Jonah's DNA under their nails." 

I shrugged and I swear I saw a smirk forming.

"How would you know that?"

"I watched my dad work a lot and I'm completely obsessed with 'How To Get Away With Murder', so yeah. And I went through your notes when you were at work," I whispered out the last part knowing it would piss him off.

"Interesting, but let that be the last time you do things of such stupidity," Stupidity? Me? 

"Yes sir..." I muttered and his eyes shot up to me and his jaw clenched and something flashed through his eyes so quickly but it disappeared. He carried on with his work and I was tempted to ask one more question.

"Uhm Ant?" I began, he would probably kick me out now.

"Yes," He answered, still looking down at his work.

"Who is Stacey?" I asked barely above a whisper, and he still heard me. His pen broke in half and I looked up at him. Oh shit...