Vanessa's POV
“Get up, Vanessa, someone’s here to see you,” Mom calls. I groan—it's Saturday; can't I sleep in?
I glance at my phone: 11:30 AM. Wow, I really overslept; it's a new record.
I get out of bed and head downstairs, rubbing my eyes.
“Mom, who is it?” I ask as I enter the kitchen.
“Hello, Van. Love the pajamas,” Jake smirks at the counter. I shriek and dash back upstairs, tripping on the way.
That was embarrassing. My matching pajamas are blue with stars and moons.
After showering and brushing my teeth, I put on shorts and a crop top.
“So, Jake, who are your parents?” Mom asks as we eat.
“My mom is Anastasia James and my dad is Justin James,” he replies.
“James? Is he related to Bill James, the business person?” Mom inquires.
“Actually, he’s his son,” Jake responds.
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