“What I told you earlier? About my Uncle and I now having two of our family friends living with us? Well, that’s a new development. They moved in with us last night, and today is their first official day here. Everybody’s talking about them now. Both the girls and the guys. You’re old news. I’d give it a week, though, before they take notice of you again. You’re too pretty to go unnoticed for too long.”
I hoped they never took notice of me again. I dreaded it, so much so it hurt my stomach just thinking about it. He must have read part of my thoughts on my face because he leaned across the narrow aisle and got close to me again. His mouth got tight and something I didn’t understand (because I didn’t know him well enough to get it) flashed in his dark eyes. “Yesterday I was a dick and I fucked up. I was in a bad mood when I ran into you in the hallway and I took it out on you. Makes me a dick and it’s something I’m not proud of. Then, I just sat here and watched as…” he trailed off and again tugged uncomfortably at the neck of his t-shirt. His poor shirt had grievously suffered over the last hour and was now entirely stretched out at the neck. “I fucked up big time. It won’t happen again, you have my promise on that. Never again.”
I felt my face heat up. I didn’t want him to talk about what had happened yesterday. It’s bad enough he’d been witness to it, I didn’t need him to make it worse by talking about it, too. Would my humiliation never end? Would I never be allowed to put that day behind me and move on from it?
Before I could come up with something to get us off of this wretched topic the bell rang signaling the end of class. Wow, where had the time gone? I barely told him anything about me. His paper was sure to suck.
“I’ll save you a seat in third, girl.” He told me as he stood up and headed up the aisle. He slid the strap of his backpack over his right shoulder as he walked out of the classroom.
I stared after him with my mouth hanging open. Um, say what? He’d save me a seat in third? Like we were friends or something? It took a whole lot more than that to become friends with a person (or so I thought). What in the hell had happened here?
This day just kept getting weirder and weirder by the hour.
I walked through the hallway in a daze, stupidly hoping Tyson would blind me some more with his smile in third period.
Man, I was so totally not right in the head it wasn’t even funny.
Chapter Six
Not even a minute into second hour and I got it. I understood completely how I’d been forgotten about so suddenly, and I got why Tyson had called me old news. He had not been wrong.
They were twins, and they were absolutely lovely. Lovely. Same height, same build, same size. If you disregarded their hair and eye color they looked to be mirror images. But, thanks to their different hair and eye colors, they weren’t mirror images. One had hair so blonde it bordered on being white. His eyes were a pale, light blue. The other one had hair as black as midnight on a moonless night and he had bright, vibrant green eyes. They were tall and big, freaking huge. At least six foot two. At least. Full, wide, muscular shoulders. Wide hips. Thick, tree trunk like thighs. They were thick, but not fat. They were packed with muscle and way too pretty to look at for their own good.
The entire class was enthralled, even the males. Myself included. I sat there with the rest of the class for the entire hour and shamelessly undressed them with my eyes. Hell, I think even the teacher had issues taking her eyes off of them, they were that nice to look at.
I couldn’t help but think Tyson had been wrong. It would take far longer than a week for their allure to wear off and people would once again take notice of me. Way longer. Like, twenty-five years longer, and then some. Goodness. Their size alone should have made them intimidating, and I could tell most were intimidated by them, if not downright frightened. I wasn’t intimidated. They were, straight up, pure, masculine beauty and I thought the only thing I had to fear from them was possible heartbreak. I didn’t want to take my eyes off of them and figured I might fail this class because of it. I’d happily fail if it meant I got to take in all that masculine beauty for an hour a day, five days a week.
Then it hit me. The night before they had moved into the house next to mine, into Tyson’s house. It’s highly likely I’d see them outside of school. All three of them. Something to look forward to.
Goodness, yes.
And, holy crap, no.
The hour flew by, and when it was over I realized I hadn’t heard a single word the teacher said. It didn’t matter to me, these teachers seemed to suck anyways, so it’s not like I’d learn a great deal if I did pay attention.
I made my way to third hour in an entirely different daze than I had walked with to second hour in. This one was filled with lust and not dedicated to Tyson. Not that he didn’t inspire lust, because he absolutely did. I was entirely focused on the salt and pepper twins and their raw, striking beauty.
Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I wasn’t comfortable with this intense attraction I had to Tyson and the salt and pepper twins. It wasn’t normal to be attracted to so many people at once.
Tyson beat me to class. He was sitting in the same desk he’d been in the day before. His backpack had been placed on the desk in front of him. Yesterday I’d sat to the left of him. When I got close he picked up his bag from in front of him and sat it on the floor beside his desk. I mumbled a quiet thanks and took my seat. I’m sure my face was beet red due to my inappropriate thoughts. His eyes did a quick head to toe scan before he blinded me with his smile. At this rate, I’d need to start wearing sunglasses to class.
The hour flew by uneventful and then we were in the hallway and on our way to the next class that we shared together. I didn’t understand what he was playing at here. Did this mean he thought we were friends? Were we friends now? Did I want to be his friend? I wasn’t so sure.
“When’s your birthday?” he surprised me by asking.
“June twenty-four.”
“You’re lucky,” he told me. “You don’t have to go to school on your birthday. Being stuck at school on your birthday totally sucks.”
“I believe you.” And I did. I loved having a birthday in the summer even though I only ever celebrated it by myself and I didn’t get to do anything special on it.
“What’s your favorite food to eat?”
Ahh. This must be for his paper about me. I’d hardly told him anything before. I thought about his question, liking that he stuck with easy, non-evasive questions.
“Chicken alfredo. But I actually love most kinds of pasta. If it comes with noodles and a yummy sauce I will eat it.”
“Favorite movie?”