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“Well, if you’re sure, but I feel bad, doing nothing and leaving everything to you.” She shrugs.

Instead of voicing my concerns, I keep them hidden. “I’m used to the pressure.”

“That’s probably why you can’t write. You shouldn’t feel all that pressure just on your shoulders. It’s getting to you.” Elijah places his hand on mine, stopping me from twirling the pen between two of my fingers.

I laugh, covering up the frown that’s trying to make its way on my face. “I appreciate you guys caring. But there’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”

“When a girl says they’re fine, it’s usually the opposite,” Elijah whispers to Amelia.

Nodding her head, she casts me a worried look.

I mutter back, “I’m not a girl, so that doesn’t apply to me, weirdo.”

“Right, sorry. I thought you had a—” he starts to say, but he gets cut off when Amelia slaps her hand on his mouth.

I smirk over at him as he glances down at where our sister’s hand prevents him from talking.

“Anyway.” She drags out her word before setting Elijah free. “Let’s talk about the fact that Trinity has no idea who we are. How crazy is that?” she exclaims, jumping in her seat.

“Should we feel offended by that?” Elijah points out, confused. “Wait, no, we shouldn’t. She doesn’t listen to music.” He smiles as his slow brain comes to terms with what he should have figured out a while ago.

“It’s refreshing, being able to be myself.” Amelia speaks freely. “But we have to tell her. As much as I love the feeling of normalcy, it’s not fair to lie and keep something this gigantic.”

Dropping the pen to the wooden table below me, I give my siblings a stern look. “I don’t want Trinity to know. Why would we do something that stupid and throw away feeling like actual human beings for once?”

“We can’t do this, Leo—”

I butt in with a hard tone, “We will. Don’t ruin this for me for once.”

I enjoy the fact that she has no idea who we are. I want to keep it that way. I’ll be damned if I don’t get what I want.

SEVEN

TRINITY

Ifinished reading the five chapters in one night. To say it intrigued me is an understatement. I know this book gets a lot of love, but it also gets a lot of hate. Yet I don’t understand why it does. It’s amazing.

It caught my attention immediately. Blinking took effort because the plot is so intense. I didn’t want to look away for a second. I was very tempted to go past chapter five, but I had a feeling that Leo would ask if I went past what I was supposed to. And he would know if I was lying. So, I forced myself to stop and lay down on my bed. My head was swimming with thoughts.

What would I do if I were Bella? Would I run away from Edward, or would I run to him with open arms?

Probably the first. Sorry, but I love my blood too much.

My hands are inching toward the paperback lying next to me.

How should I tell him I finished the chapters? Should I call him or text him? Wait … I don’t even have his number. I have the brain of a fruit fly. Maybe it’s the stubborn side of me, but I want him to come to me. I will not be the chaser. I will be the chased.

Yet a part of me thinks he’s never read a book for fun before, so it might even take him a while to get through the first five chapters. It’s sweet that he wants to do this with me though.

I know I should get up from my bed since it’s one o’clock in the afternoon, but my bones feel ten times heavier today. Pushing off my fluffy blankets, I walk toward my bathroom, half-asleep with gunk in my eyes. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I get ready for the day. I pull on a pair of black Nike Pro shorts and an oversize T-shirt I bought at a local thrift store. Putting my sneakers on, I make my way downstairs.

“There you are,” Mom says from the kitchen once she sees me walk in.

I give her the best smile I can muster and grab a slice of cold toast. She must have made it for me earlier, thinking I was coming down. But my late night of reading has obviously made me more exhausted than I usually am.

“Guess who stopped by this morning,” she says from over her shoulder.

I shrug my shoulders and wait for her to continue as I hop onto the counter and sway my legs back and forth.