My sister doesnotneed to know the ins and outs of mine and Lana’s situation.
But I guess I can give her the CliffsNotes.
I tell her about the arguments, the fights, the way she gets on my nerves whenever she’s in my vicinity. I tell her about how she drives me fucking crazy. About how sassy she is and how she’s not afraid to stand up against me, against anyone. I hint that we’ve been fucking, but I don’t give her the details on that. There are some things that my innocent baby sister never needs to know about, and I also skip out on the knives and the men she’s killed. You know… plausible deniability and all that.
“So… you can’t stand her?”
“Nope,” I admit.
“But you want her?”
“Yup.”
“And you hate her?” she asks.
I shrug. “Most of the time.”
She sighs. “What about if I told you I saw her kissing one of the guys on the football team?” she asks, cringing as the words leave her mouth, and I jump to my feet, immediately beginning to pace the room.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Who? I want his name,” I bark.
“You’re mad?” she asks.
Mad? Am I mad? I’m fucking furious. I swear, when I get this guy’s name I’m going to make him wish he was dead before Iactuallykill my pretty little menace.
She’s been seeing someone? How the fuck did I not know this? Why haven’t I heard about it before now?
I’m going to kill them both.
“There’s your answer, big brother.” My sister smirks at me, and it takes me a minute for the ringing to stop in my ears and to actually pay attention.
“Wait… what?”
“I didn’t see her with anyone, so you can stop plotting murder. But you clearly see this girl as yours if even the thought of her kissing someone else has you this… murdery. Jesus, Cole, I think I saw steam coming from your ears.”
She’s right. The thought of Lana with anyone but me has me wanting to tear this place apart, but that still doesn’t answer my question.
“But what do I do about it?”
She rolls her eyes. “My God, you’re all the same.”
She stares at me, waiting for me to clue in on whatever she’s thinking, but when I don’t, she just huffs. “Date her?”
I scoff. “You don’t know Lana, G. She isn’t the type ofgirl who wants to be dated. Hell, I’m pretty sure she actually does hate me and is just doing this whole thing with me because she’s bored. At least, that’s exactly what this started off as… It’s not like I can just ask her out and she’ll go along with it, she’d never agree to something like that.”
She ponders it for a moment before shrugging.
“So, just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Huh?”
She rolls her eyes. “Keep things the way they are and just wait for her to catch up. You can’t force her into something she doesn’t want. It seems Lana isn’t the type of girl to do anything that isn’t her idea, so you need to wait until she gets to the point you’re at.”
Wait.
I have to wait.
I can do that.
