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Homecoming queen. Prom queen. Omega Chi sweetheart, and something nice to look at. That’s me.
My heart beats faster, and in a moment, her eyes on my back warm my skin. Everyone . . . I look up, meeting Olivia Jaeger’s eyes as she leans against the archway leading into the dressing room, staring at me. And all of a sudden, my skin is too hot.
gaze down at my classmate, my teammate, and the only thing I ever look forward to anymore.
Tryst Six, they’re called. There are six siblings, and I can only assume the Tryst part comes from their mother, Trysta. They even have an adorable little logo. Insert eye roll.
Liv Jaeger has been a bloody nuisance since the day I met her, but sometimes I’m not even sure what bugs me so much about her. She stays in her lane, doesn’t she? But I love pushing her. I love it like nothing else.
Sometimes I feel like I want her to know me. Sometimes I don’t want her to know anything but me. And other times, I’m glad she doesn’t have a clue.
This could be it. The Jaeger family creed. The Tryst Six warning, however you want to look at it. Our parents’ passing came as so great a shock that we make it a point to remind ourselves not to fight with each other now. Not to waste time. Not to leave anything unsaid. This could be it. The last time we see each other.
“Hurt a little more now?” she teases, looking down at me. I nod. “Yeah.” “Good.”
run across a trending tweet by Rev. John J. Williamson condemning a young, new senator who happens to be homosexual. I shake my head, appeased by the comments on the thread condemning him instead. These guys are always the ones caught in motel rooms with fifteen-year-old boys.
It’s like being in her orbit, I can feel the shine, too. I feel bigger with her close.
That’s how pathetic I am. Fantasizing over a straight girl who believes I deserve nothing good in this world,
"Straight" yea ok...
She’s better than a drug. I always knew she had it in her.
bare my teeth, fisting his shirt. “What will my parents think of doing business with Garrett Ames once they find out he’s raping his teenage daughter?”
PERIOD QUEEN POP OFFNOMGGGGG
Mine.
And Liv doesn’t get to have someone. She doesn’t get to forget about me.
“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. Whenever I want. You’re my fucking girl.”
She sucks in a breath but finally nods like a good girl. “Okay.”
“I wanted to be the first girl to kiss you,” she says.
“I know I’m not your first,” she says. “But you’re mine. I want to be sacred to you.”
Tears fills my eyes. She’s such a cunt, but then she says things like that and I just want to give her everything she wants. I want her to know that I wish to God this didn’t feel so good and that she didn’t feel so good.
“Virginity is a concept invented by people to make women feel worthless for having sex.” I raise my eyebrows matter-of-factly. “You want to worry about protecting something, protect your credit score. That’ll come in a lot handier someday.”
I swallow. “She slept with Iron that night.”
Most lesbian porn is made by men who do what they think looks good on camera instead of what actually feels good to women.
Hey, quick—what can jellybeans do that we can’t? I narrow my eyes. Come in different colors! she replies. Hardy-har *tap-step-hand clap*
“You ever eat raw oysters?” she goes on. “I want to watch you eat and get you drunk and hot on tequila and sweat with you and fuck you in the back seat of my car. And I want to do that as many times as I can before we have to leave each other in August, because nothing feels better than you, Jaeger. Nothing.”
“And don’t worry,” I say, casting her a glance up and down like I’m checking her out. Like I ever checked her out when she was sleeping over at my house or naked in a dressing room with me. “I was never tempted. You ain’t got what Liv’s got.” And I stroll out of the classroom—and the school—quickly bringing up all of her different accounts and screenshotting all the shit I just bluffed I had on her before she deletes it.
PERIODDDDDDDDDDD
But I keep going. “Followed by an in-depth conversation about our sociological, political, and theistic values, in that order?”
Unfortunately me fr
“Maybe she is hooking up with one of my brothers.” Liv shrugs. “Maybe more than one. I have five, after all. Sometimes they work as a team. I mean, how could you compete?”
I’m not attached.
Mhmmm!
But I really like my crazy-as-fuck Barbie doll with a mouth that pisses me off one minute, and arms that hold me so tightly that I don’t care if I can breathe the next.
“Well, honey, we kind of knew.” My eyes go wide, and now that the fear is gone, I glare. “What?” I screech. “How could you know?” I didn’t know! “And what do you mean ‘we’? You mean Dad knows, too?” Are they serious? She smiles softly. “Honey, you had pictures of Selena Gomez and Peyton List on your wall when you were twelve,” she tells me. “Krisjen had Booboo Stewart and Harry Styles. Yeah, we . . . kind of had an idea.”
I don’t want what happened to Alli to happen to her. I’d rather see her from a distance than never again.
“Lips, lips!” I hear Krisjen shout, panicked. “Oh, no. Guys, oh my God. Aracely! I need lipsticks!”
wrap one arm around her stomach, her tight corset keeping me from her skin. I stick my other hand down her panties. “Can I stick my tongue down your throat in front of her?”
“So, is this it?” I laugh. “Is it happening now? Is this what I’ve been missing?”
“Of course not,” I say without shame. “You’re being homophobic.”
But I press my finger over her lips. “I’m coming home.” And I take her face in my hands. “This doesn’t end.” “I love you,” she breathes out. And I kiss her, letting her feel my heart so she never doubts it. I’m going to marry her.
Fuck it. I’ll just take her, then.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask. “Your car’s extended warranty.”
