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My shoulders tense at her addressing me by name. It’s like a lash of a whip with thousands of micro whips all attached to blades. Cut after cut digs into my flesh, making me shudder.
Two.
Second best.
“Tristan,” I grit out, “is my name.”
“Then why do they call you Two?”
“None of your business, Golden.”
“Stop calling me that. It’s Gemma.”
Someone sniggers nearby. Charlie makes a crude motion of sucking dick. Does he think this is some fucked-up version of foreplay?
I flip him the bird before tossing her paper back at her. It flutters to the ground. Her face grows redder and redder with each passing second. If she gets any more pissed, her head is going to burst like an overfed tick and her eyelashes are going to shoot out like darts, sticking to everyone in this room.
“Chill, Golden.”
“I said.” She lets out a slow, measured breath. “You’re messing with me, right? To get a rise out of me? Unfortunately for you, I have four brothers and I’m the baby sister. Believe me, I know all about getting razzed for the sake of someone else’s enjoyment.”
And to think, she was almost an only child like me.
Would she be even more spoiled than she is now?
“Trust me,” I spit out. “Nothing about this interaction brings me joy.”
She flinches at my words and grows eerily quiet. I glance over to find her chewing on her bottom, heavily glossed lip. Her eyes are slightly glassy. Is she going to cry?
It’s satisfying to know that she might. I’ve cried hundreds of times over this shit. Maybe even thousands. I’m all cried out lately, though. I feel empty and bitter. It’s someone else’s turn to be fucking gutted for a change.
And who not better than enemy number one?
Gemma clears her throat and then turns to face the front. She lifts her chin, staring at the board in front of her. I’m guessing she’s moving on to ignoring me. Good. That’s definitely for the best. Otherwise, I’m going to continue to say mean things because they don’t seem to want to stay trapped deep inside where they’ve been living since I was nine years old.
My phone buzzes, distracting me for a moment.
Dax: I’m going to get that chick’s number. She’s hot AF.
What chick? My chick?
Me: The crybaby from this morning? That girl?
Dax: Yeah, dumbass. The only hot girl we encountered this morning.
Me: No.
Dax: What do you mean no?
Dax: Wait… You like her?
Dax: Dude, this is awesome. I don’t think you’ve ever been interested in a girl like ever.
Me: Hazel. I was interested in her.
Dax: She used you to lose her virginity the summer after we turned sixteen. I’m surprised you even remember her name.
Me: I said no, Dax.
