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Easton
“I think I’m dying ” I groan the next morning, holding my head between my hands as if it’s going to fall off at any minute and, honestly, I wouldn’t be against it fuck, how much did I drink?
I dreamt of cat woman.
The dream quickly turned into a nightmare when Ryan’s face replaced hers, causing me to question my sexuality, only to wake up screaming when Ryan spooned me.
I was the small spoon.
That trauma will stay with me for life, I’ve never shoved Ryan so hard.
He fell off the bed and landed on Blake who woke up yelling about a lizard named Mike.
I need new friends.
I’m still pissed at Blake for taunting me last night, even though I have zero interest in Harper. I mean if she was the last girl on earth, I’d still pass her by, she’s just too-t oo something. Plain? No, that’s not it. She’s just annoying as hell, never listens to anything I say, despite every single warning and she’s always there.
My mind decides to remind me about her banging body beneath that bikini, but I quickly shove the thought away.
Fine, so one time I found her hot.
It means nothing
Because she’s Ryan’s sister and that was the whole fucking point of not inviting her to my party,
“Thought you were gonna pass out in your own puke last night” Blake sits up and wipes his face with his hands.
“What’s this shit about cats again? I’m starting to worry about you, man. That’s twice now, is that what alcohol does to you? Makes you hallucinate about pussy?” He laughs at his own joke.
“See what I did there?”
I chuck a pillow at his face and instantly regret it as my head pounds harder.
“I need aspirin.”
“And I need tits to bury my face between. Alas, we don’t always get what we want, stupid universe ”
I stare over at him and just shake my head.
“What?” He shrugs.
“You have any OJ?”
“Yeah.” I slowly get up, body weak from dehydration, careful not to wake a still sleeping Ryan who’s holding the pillow so hard I’m
.
afraid the feathers are going to pop out of it.
Minutes later, we’re out by the pool, looking at the absolute destruction the party has done to my home and for some reason it makes me smile. Maybe because I immediately think about a tail, or the mask stuffed under my pillow upstairs.
“Wow.” Blake takes a long drag of his juice.
“Things got crazy.”
“Yeah.” I agree, about to take a drink but I pause.
“Hey, you ever made out with Sadie before?”
Blake stills.
“Why?”
“Just curious I mean she’s cute, right? A bit on the thin side but-“
“I’m gonna stop you right there before Ryan finds out and murders you in your own bed. She’s saved herself for him since I don’t even know, the tenth grade? There’s no way she’s been giving any guys any favors. Even if she says she has, she’s lying.”
“Hmmm.”
“My head.” We both turn to watch Ryan stumble outside, flopping onto a lawn chair next to us, dark aviators covering his eyes and a beer clutched in his hand.
“Hair of the dog, stop staring at me.”
“Bad ass.” Blake grins, earning a scowl from me as my mind drifts to cat woman. She had dark hair, and while I don’t typically even pay attention to girls with dark hair, hers was silky. Thick. It made me think about pulling it.
I clear my throat as my body instantly responds.
What the hell is wrong with me? I can always control my reactions.
If anything, she should be the one seeking me out. I mean she knows who I am yet she’s playing hard to get?
Fuck that shit
Ryan’s phone goes off, he takes one more swig of beer.
“My ride’s here.”
“Uber?” Blake asks.
“Nah, I’m forcing Harper to do hard labor after ” He scowls.
“Never mind. Just know she owes me right now.”
Harper. Why the hell does she keep invading my world? And why do I even care when she’s a nobody? A nerdy girl with exactly one best friend and a popular brother she mooches off to crash parties she’s not even welcome at
The more I think about her, the angrier I get. Because when I do think about her, I think about her tongue, then I think about her mouth, and then I want to punch something
“T’ll walk you out,” I find myself saying as I jog after him.
I help him grab his stuff and open the front door to see Harper standing there in nothing but cropped denim shorts, one of her brother’s large football sweatshirts, no makeup, a messy bun, and a scowl.
Ah, we meet again.
I lean against the door.
“Did you even wash your face?”
Her eyes widen, and then quickly turn into slits.
“Why do you care?”
“Oh, I don’t. Just curious why you’re walking around looking like a homeless person.” I grin.
She looks ready to punch me in the dick
It only makes my mood brighter.
“You’re such an asshole, Easton.”
I almost expect her to stomp her foot and say something like gosh darn it!
Instead, she takes a deep breath.
“Ryan, you ready?”
“Yup.” He takes one step toward her, then stares down at his phone.
“Shit, I think I left my charger upstairs. Let me go grab
He’s leaving me alone with the enemy.
With the mousy girl who needs to learn how to use a brush.
So, who cares if she looks hot in a bikini?
Put a wig on Ryan and he would too.
I mean as long as you covered up his dick and-whatever, the point remains, she’s nothing and it pisses me off that I’m even wasting this much headspace thinking about her all of a sudden.
She looks around the yard.
Anywhere but at me.
“Wow, it’s a mess. Do you need help”
” Don’t,
“Tinterrupt.
“Don’t do that small talk thing where you act like we’re friends. As you can see from the mess, I have all the friends! need, and they don’t include you. So, you can go ahead and get the hell out of here.”
Her mouth drops open.
“Was it something I said?” I sneer and turn to walk back in my house.
“Oh, and by the way next time you come uninvited, I’m kicking you out, even if it means tossing you over my shoulder to do it. We aren’t friends. Pretending we are only makes you that much more pathetic.”
“Found it!” Ryan returns with his charger in his hand.
The last thing I see is a slow tear fall from Harper’s cheek.
The last thing I feel is sick to my stomach as I walk back into my house and kick the closest chair into the wall.
Harper
“I hate him! No, I loathe him. No, that’s not right either. I want to rip his spleen from his body and run it over with his precious car and then, then, I’m going to ” I scream into my pillow for the tenth time while a hungover Sadie pats me on the knee.
We’ve been sitting in my room on our phones, watching Netflix all day and I’m still pissed off.
I’m hurt.
I’m ready to start a war.
And I can’t even tell anyone why it bothers me so much. I mean, I could confide in Sadie but something about those stolen moments with Easton feel precious-like they’re mine-even though he’s so mean to me should get a medal for not killing him.
Why is he so horrible to me?
“I mean, what have I ever done to make him so angry?” I throw my hands up.
“So what, I’m Ryan’s twin, is that a crime? I’m not at popular so that makes me not worthy of his attention? I don’t get it, Sadie. It’s one thing to ignore someone completely, but now it’s like he’s going out of his way to be mean!”
“Huh?” Sadie jerks awake and I glare at her.
“I’m so sorry. It’s just, you’ve been talking about this off and on for the last three hours and I got sleepy.”
“Help me fix this,” I say.
“Please.”
“Well,” she yawns behind her hand,
“you could try making him jealous.”
“Oh yeah, great idea Sadie, let me just stroll up to school in my brand new car with my model boyfriend and perfect designer body and make the most popular boy in school jealous. Where do I sign up?”
She falls back against my bed sighing
I join her and stare up at the ceiling.
“It’s hopeless.”
“It’s never hopeless, let’s just think about this from his point of view.. he started being mean after the bikini issue, right?”
I should tell her.
But would it matter? And how would that conversation even go?
Guess what, he actually does want me, but only in the dark. Gee, maybe we can be secret boyfriend/girlfriend?
Great start, Harper. Perfect.
“Yeah, I mean.” I tug strands of hair in front of my face and start searching for dead ends.
“He seemed to react when Ryan got mad-like he was mad too, but he was probably just helping out his best friend.”
“I disagree,” Sadie finally says, I honest to God thought she’d fallen asleep again. We both turn at the same time, our cheeks pressed against the pillows. Her brown eyes are super blood shot, her face splotchy.
“What harm would it do to, oh I don’t know, just attempt to put yourself together a bit for school on Monday? You know, no more baggy clothes, some tight jeans or a skirt, add some makeup and
“And get locked in my room forever while Ryan tells my parents?” I finish for her.
“Oh girl.” She grins.
“You just leave that to me.” She stumbles out of bed and goes to the door.
“Be right back, I’m going to beg your mom to let you stay at my house Sunday night. Things have been so hard.” She starts to fake tears.
“After pop -pop died, I’ve been failing math and history. Both are your favorite subjects
“That’s a complete falsehood! You don’t even have a pop- pop.”
“His name was Frank.” She sniffles.
“You should have been in drama,” I grumble.
She tosses her hair.
“I know, right?”