“What’s your problem?” Harper reaches for another donut and takes an obnoxious bite right in Trixie’s face. Usually I’ll side with Trix over just about anything, but I’m rather digging Harper’s response right about now, and I am completely onherside.
“You’re my problem.” Trix stabs her in the chest with her finger before I can flickheroff.
“Keep your hands to yourself.” I shield Harper with my arm in the event Trixie goes batshit, which I’m suspecting will beshortly.
“I knew it!” she shrills, the veins in her temples quivering with anger. “You’re not wearingabra!”
“And?” Harper scoffs at my sister’s boulder-holder based putdown. “I prefer not to. Big whoop. You want to poke at my crotch too? Newsflash, honey, it’s nobody’s business but mine if I decide to go commando. Or are you too uptight to know whatthatis?”
Crap.
Trixie jumps up, and so does Harper just as I wedge my body betweentheirs.
“Whoa, ladies. No need to take it to the next level. Trix—be nice to Harper. She had her heart yanked out of her ass just like I did. Who the hell cares if she’s not wearing any underwear? Who the hell made you keeper of thepanties?”
Harper leans over my shoulder. “Maybe she’s hitting for the same team?” She sticks her tongue out at Trix, and you can see the steam pouring from mysister’sears.
“That’s it!” Trix jumps back, red with rage. “I knew she was nothing more than a little tramp!” She kicks me in the shin and I buck. “Practice my ass! I know for a fact practice hasn’t started!” Shit. I give a sheepish smile to Harper. “This skank ho bag is trying to sleep with you! And to make things worse, you’re letting your dick do the thinking! Imagine how pissed I’m going to be when you end up with some venereal disease because you hooked up with some random chick on the fly! Yes, she’s beautiful, but so are half the skanks on campus! She’susingyou! And the most disgusting part about this is that you’re using her! And don’t you give me any of thatshe’s just had her heart yanked out of her assbullshit. Yes, it might be true, but you of all people should know how lousy it feels to be manipulated and had. And now you’re both essentially doing it to one another!” She picks up the donuts and lands the box over my head, one bouncing ball of sugar after the next rains down on me. “If you really think hooking up with one another is the answer, then be my guest!” she thunders as she opens the door. “By all means”—she pauses a moment to glare at Harper and me—“you deserve one another.” She pokes her head in one final time. “Have fun getting laid!” Her eyes bug out in my direction. “I hope you think of me and it kills your erection! I can’t believe you!” She lets out a scream as she heads downthewalk.
“I can’t believe you said erection!” I shout after her and slam the door like agunshot.
I lean my head back and close my eyes. I thought college would be fun. It would be a blast to be near Jen in addition to playing on the field, not to mention hanging out with Trix, growing up, growing apart for the very first time, and instead, every single part of my existence is slowly turning itselfinsideout.
I turn around to face Harper and her lips begin to twitch like mad. For a moment I’m convinced she’s about to cry, but soon enough a smile flexes on her lips, followed by another, followed by alaugh.
“What’s sofunny?”
“You.” She wipes a tear from her eye before clasping onto my waist. “You’re officially the king of donuts.” She plucks one off the top of my head and I admire my sticky crown for amoment.
“Trix always did havegoodaim.”
“I’m sorry I’ve upset her. I know how close I am to my siblings. I can only imagine how much closer you must be with yours, seeing she’s your twin and all. Can you read her mind? Is she really going tokillme?”
“No—to the killing. Yes, I can read her mind.” I frown a moment, because Trix just so happened to suck every ounce of my good mood right out of me. “Truth or dare, what’s the suitcasedoinghere?”
She winces. “I happen to be temporarily homeless. I may or may not be petrified of heights, and my roommate—who goes by the moniker of a cartoon cat—nearly scratched my eyes out with her unhygienicclaws.”
My breathing picks up as I lose myself in those lips. “Okay. Makes total sense.” It makes no sense, but both my dick and I approve of the fact she’ll be spending thenight.
“Good.” Her chest pulsates, matching that of my own as she takes a step in. “I’ll sleep on thecouch.”
I step in close until our chests are inches apart, her narrowed gaze still sealedovermine.
“You’ll sleep in my bed.” A devilish grin buds on my lips. “Withme.”
It’s aPizzaCake
Harper
I’ll sleepinhisbed.
My body thumps with one giant heartbeat at the brazen proposition, but all I really want to do is backtrack to the moment before his psycho of a sister stormed in wielding both deep-fried donuts and her deep-fried accusations, all the way to those sweet words that were streaming through hisbeautifullips.
“Those things you said”— my voice hitches and I clear my throat demanding that I pull it together—“were you just saying that to get laid?” My voice is a little sharper than intended, but I’ll go with itfornow.
“No,” he says it back just assharp.
“And so you want something with me?” I shout over at him as if we were at war, and my chest bucks. “Youknow, outside of tormenting those idiots who thought seeking higher ground in one another’s pants was a bright idea?” I bark at him as if I were a drill sergeant. I’m heaving as if I’ve run a circle around campus naked, and at the moment that doesn’t sound like abadidea.
