That's why I started ignoring her, trying to ease this tension between us. But Kendall didn't stop hating me. It seems like she also started feeling disgust. Each time I was with a pretty girl to make her jealous, she seemed like she didn't care. She just turned up her nose and walked away.
I open my suitcase to get clothes to change into and freeze for a second, exploring the contents: tops, skinny jeans, high heels.
I look at the brand name, 'Underwood O'Connor,' the same black color as mine. Of course, she travels with our father's company's luggage, and so do I. Their products are really sturdy.
I see small silk bags with brand names ofLa PerlaandChantallingerie.My girl has good taste.Of course she does. She's her mother’s daughter, and Carol always looks good. Even her swimwear isChanel.
I smile at the thought that Kendall's lingerie is in my hands now. I fight the urge to open those bags and draw her unique scent into my lungs. I bet it smells even better than what I inhaled on the plane when she was lying on my shoulder.
I can't do that because she'll notice and will think that I'm some kind of a perv. Well, she already thinks that, according to how many women she saw me with, but since I want to change her mind about me, I'll keep her panties where they belong. Eventually, she'll show them to me. I’m sure of that.
But what catches my attention even more than Kendall's lingerie is a thick light blue notebook peeping out from under her clothes.
Her personal diary. Right in front of me.
I freeze. The last time I read her diary was one of the worst days in my life. It was the day when it all fell apart, the day our friendship was over...
But I can't help myself. I stretch out a hand to take it without thinking twice.
I can't believe I have to spend another weekend with Josh.
Why is life so unfair? I have to take the same plane as Underwood!
I know I have to stop reading, but my eyes are stuck on her words, and I keep staring at those covered pages, unable to look away.
There's not much information about me, though, more about that asshole Chad.
I can't believe he broke up with me right before
we were going to move in together for the summer!
I almost said 'yes,' although I didn't want to!
The last sentence makes my heart silently smile with joy.She didn't want to move in with him.I knew that! She just went with the flow, just like she always does when she's afraid to make serious decisions. She wanted to drop IT technology at school for a whole year before she finally dared to. She stayed only because our teacher called her very talented and said she's a star. Kendall simply didn't want to disappoint him.
My attention falls on another sentence, and my breath catches.
The f*cking list for summer holidays
I smile. She really put a star in the word 'fucking' not to swear in her notebook. That's how conservative my Sapphire is.
But what is written below has excited me even more—the actual sex list.
Try sex in the shower
Try doggy-style
Have sex on the beach under the stars
Finally, find my G-spot
Wait a second...Does that mean she’s never found it?But...that meansshe’s never come, right?
I can feel how the blood rushes in my veins at that thought. Of course, that asshole couldn’t have satisfied her needs. He's a guy who wears loafers with soaks, for God's sake! How could she date him in the first place? She's a real jewel while he's a piece of glass.
I hear a loud banging on my door, and before I could even move, Kendall bursts into my room with the speed of the wind.
We stare at each other for a couple of seconds, and then her gaze lowers down to my hands, and I realize that I'm holding her diary open right in front of her.