other, listening to some girl squeaking about her lost love. The masses don’t stop me. I reach her at the exact moment her head lifts up. Our eyes connect. Their bright lights dazzle my soul and warm my chest. Her long, shiny, black hair is tied into a sleek ponytail. She wears a light pink shirt that makes her skin glow. Beautiful.
I draw a breath, searching for the right words to say without fucking up again. Damn, this girl has set some spell on me. That or I’m horny.
“It’s written in the stars,” I blurt out loudly as I drag a chair next to hers. Her heart-shape lips pull slightly toward her eyes, but they crash and her eyes lose the sparkle. I take a breath as the shift took me off balance, but regain my charming composure. “They say that the third time’s a charm.” The smooth words keep flowing. I refuse to count last week as an encounter. “How’s my Twinkle today?”
“Shh,” the crowd around the table silences me.
“Oh God, what did I do to deserve this punishment?” She deflates, banging her head on top of the table. Ouch. “I had a great first day of school, then boom, my life sucked, with a capital S. It feels like only yesterday when you and your brother decided to use me as your royal jester or whatever. An hour since you got me kicked out of Econ I. What do you want now?”
It’s been over a week and a few days since the Econ incident, but I let her continue to vent. Growing up with a sister taught me several things. Among them: let the girl rage for a few minutes before you try to calm her down. Another important one: never contradict her or correct her unless you’re in the mood to make your life miserable. However, taunting this beauty wouldn’t get me too far.
“What’s wrong, Twinkle Eyes?” She lifts her face and her eyes don’t shine as they did a week ago.
“Life,” she whispers, looking around. “It got a bit complicated… but we can handle whatever life throws our way—that’s what Mom always says.”
She closes her notebook and shoves it inside her backpack. Looking at her mug, she lifts it, drinking the remains of whatever she ordered, and then she stands and walks by me without acknowledging my presence. I follow. This is my chance to find out what happened with her and score a number—maybe a kiss or two before the night is over. There’s a pull this girl exercises over me. Maybe the stars have nothing to do with what I crave. Eighteen and a virgin—the perfect mass of hormones and desires that require a willing body to placate the hunger. The question lingers: is she willing?
I signal Matthew so he knows that we’ll meet back at home. He raises his palm, flipping it, a sign that indicates he understands. The triplet connection works only so far; we don’t read each other’s minds. So we have a few codes for moments like this. I’m happy to finally be the one using this one, as sadly I’ve been on the receiving end far too many times to count.
“Power walking?” I catch up with her as she’s about to turn the corner. “Wait for me, Twinkle.”
She halts, her backpack slamming against her back, and her eyes shoot darts. Not good. I’ve had close encounters with that kind of unfriendly face—AJ.
My dear parents dealt with my sister’s rage a lot of the time. Angry moments I brought on because it was fun to taunt her, until it wasn’t fun anymore. Hurt for AJ translates into anger-rage and she wreaks havoc around the house. During those times, Matthew and I either escape or copy our parent’s techniques before she holes herself inside her room, not wanting to talk to anyone.
Convincing my sister to chill and dealing with Twinkle’s issues are worlds apart. I can charm Twinkle, as long as I don’t come on too strong.
“I’m enjoying my last hours of freedom.” Her eyes harden, her chin tilts, and her nostrils flare. A hot look, but one I have to smooth away. “I had to quit school. You’re the last person I want to share my last
I draw a breath, searching for the right words to say without fucking up again. Damn, this girl has set some spell on me. That or I’m horny.
“It’s written in the stars,” I blurt out loudly as I drag a chair next to hers. Her heart-shape lips pull slightly toward her eyes, but they crash and her eyes lose the sparkle. I take a breath as the shift took me off balance, but regain my charming composure. “They say that the third time’s a charm.” The smooth words keep flowing. I refuse to count last week as an encounter. “How’s my Twinkle today?”
“Shh,” the crowd around the table silences me.
“Oh God, what did I do to deserve this punishment?” She deflates, banging her head on top of the table. Ouch. “I had a great first day of school, then boom, my life sucked, with a capital S. It feels like only yesterday when you and your brother decided to use me as your royal jester or whatever. An hour since you got me kicked out of Econ I. What do you want now?”
It’s been over a week and a few days since the Econ incident, but I let her continue to vent. Growing up with a sister taught me several things. Among them: let the girl rage for a few minutes before you try to calm her down. Another important one: never contradict her or correct her unless you’re in the mood to make your life miserable. However, taunting this beauty wouldn’t get me too far.
“What’s wrong, Twinkle Eyes?” She lifts her face and her eyes don’t shine as they did a week ago.
“Life,” she whispers, looking around. “It got a bit complicated… but we can handle whatever life throws our way—that’s what Mom always says.”
She closes her notebook and shoves it inside her backpack. Looking at her mug, she lifts it, drinking the remains of whatever she ordered, and then she stands and walks by me without acknowledging my presence. I follow. This is my chance to find out what happened with her and score a number—maybe a kiss or two before the night is over. There’s a pull this girl exercises over me. Maybe the stars have nothing to do with what I crave. Eighteen and a virgin—the perfect mass of hormones and desires that require a willing body to placate the hunger. The question lingers: is she willing?
I signal Matthew so he knows that we’ll meet back at home. He raises his palm, flipping it, a sign that indicates he understands. The triplet connection works only so far; we don’t read each other’s minds. So we have a few codes for moments like this. I’m happy to finally be the one using this one, as sadly I’ve been on the receiving end far too many times to count.
“Power walking?” I catch up with her as she’s about to turn the corner. “Wait for me, Twinkle.”
She halts, her backpack slamming against her back, and her eyes shoot darts. Not good. I’ve had close encounters with that kind of unfriendly face—AJ.
My dear parents dealt with my sister’s rage a lot of the time. Angry moments I brought on because it was fun to taunt her, until it wasn’t fun anymore. Hurt for AJ translates into anger-rage and she wreaks havoc around the house. During those times, Matthew and I either escape or copy our parent’s techniques before she holes herself inside her room, not wanting to talk to anyone.
Convincing my sister to chill and dealing with Twinkle’s issues are worlds apart. I can charm Twinkle, as long as I don’t come on too strong.
“I’m enjoying my last hours of freedom.” Her eyes harden, her chin tilts, and her nostrils flare. A hot look, but one I have to smooth away. “I had to quit school. You’re the last person I want to share my last
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