“I’ve got it, thanks.”
She turned away, but not before I caught a whiff of the perfume she was wearing, an intoxicating scent of sweet vanilla mixed with something I couldn’t place.
“Yo. Some of us want to leave class,” muttered Gabe from behind me, shooting DeQuincy a dazzling smile.
Gabe was my favorite cunt.
A star football player, an all-around American dream. You only had to look at him, and you imagined apple pies and hot dogs on the Fourth of July. He made you want to sing the national anthem proudly as you drove a Mustang through Route 66. Tanned continuously, as though we lived in fucking California, with a Hollywood smile, complete with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. His blonde hair fell into his face as he slung his beefy arm around my shoulders, still staring at DeQuincy.
“So, how old are you, Miss?”
She stared at him, blankly before her eyes darted over to me. “Haven’t you got another class to get to, boys?”
Ouch.
“Oh, we do, Miss. It’s called gym. We get real sweaty and end up taking our shirts off—do you want a sneak preview?” He lifted the bottom of his top as he revealed his toned abs. Even I snuck a peek.
“I’m afraid not. Run along now. You don’t want to be late.” Her tone was flat as she turned away, disinterested.
“Lesbian,” muttered Gabe, shoving me out of the door, but not before I caught her rolling her eyes.
Bodies filled the hallway, along with their odor—not everyone here showered. I grimaced when someone pushed by me, stale sweat invading my nostrils.
“Youaregoing to gym, right?” Gabe drawled as we weaved through people, greeting friends with nods, and brief handshakes as we did.
“I kinda have to. Potts is calling my fucking mom.”
Gabe winced in sympathy as a flurry of red and white fabric smashed into him, hairspray and perfume replacing the general odor we were swimming in.
“Baby! I’ve missed yousomuch. I feel like it’s been forever!”
The little blonde in his arms littered his face with kisses as he shot me a ‘save me’ look, pleading with his eyes.
Meet Kennedy Hall.
“Uh, it’s been like, an hour?” Gabe wrinkled his nose up, and I held back a snigger, earning myself a glare from the head cheerleader.
“Get fucked, Caleb,” she snapped, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she gazed lovingly at Gabe.
I held my hands up in mock defeat, unable to suppress a smile.
“Are you still coming over tonight?” she purred, and he sighed, jamming his hands into his pockets.
“Yeah, probably.”
She threw her arms around him as she kissed him again, and I turned away, bored. I didn’t get why Gabe was riding the relationship wave—it wasn’t as if he was into it. Sure, Kennedy was cute, but her voice irritated the fuck out of me. I don’t even think I could fuck her—well, maybe if she were quiet.
“Hey, Riley.” I offered to the petite girl beside her, who shot me daggers before muttering an inaudible response. She was a past conquest, but I had been nothing but polite to her since. Just a drunken fuck at a party, but again, she expected so much more.
Gabe stood a little straighter suddenly, his eyes staring at something beyond me. I followed his gaze to see a familiar wave of chocolate brown hair that skimmed just above my twin’s waist as she pushed her books into her locker. I noticed JT, a jock friend of Gabe’s, leaning up against the locker beside her, chatting as he checked her out.
“Summer!” I called out as JT narrowed his eyes at me before he realized who I was.
Did he need fucking glasses?
I strode over, my green eyes locking onto the ice blue ones of my sister.
“Hey, womb-hogger,” Summer said, her lips curling into a smile. I was slightly older than her and weighed much more when we were born. Mom didn’t know she was having twins until her second scan as my bulk hid Summer.
