I’m sitting in this damn class room, staring at the clock on the wall, waiting for the minute hand to make its round for the blessed bell to ring. I need
to see her. And I’ve never needed anyone for anything before. Needless to say, this shit is blowing my mind. I can’t stop thinking about her. I don’t even know if I want to. She makes me want to be a better guy…fuck that’s corny as shit! Rubbing a hand down my face I keep hearing Charlotte’s voice in my head. “She ain’t gonna fall for you and you know it.”
What does she know? I ain’t that bad of a guy. Sure I ain’t fucking perfect, but who the hell is. You point one out and I’ll kiss their damn feet or something. Good luck.
Jerking my head up, I see the kids standing and racing towards the door. Glancing at the clock, it reads 3:55. Thank God! Standing, I walk past the empty desks then through the door. Making up my mind, I’m going to drive her home, ask about the dance, and then see if I can get her to kiss me again. A small smirk appears on my face as I think back to this morning, her lips on mine…fuck that was amazing. I ain’t gonna say it was fireworks, because that kiss blew my mind, and damn near my pants. Fireworks just don’t cut it.
“Hey Landon, what are you getting into day?” Thyler asks as he walks towards me. His back pack slung over his shoulder. Shaking his head he runs over as I turn to start walking down the hall. Like he doesn’t know I’m going to their house. I usually always do only cause I can’t stand listening to the bitching at home.
“Meh, gonna drive a pretty lady home, then maybe chill with these two assholes I consider friends.” Chuckling I throw my arm around his shoulders, steering him towards Ara’s last class. He’s yammering on about some “fine ass chick” and I laugh along, until I see Ara and Jameson. What the fuck is he doing talking to her now? Stopping in my tracks, my hands go cold. What kind of shit is this? Is it a joke?
“Hey J! Let’s get the fuck outta here and throw the ball around some!” Thyler yells across the hall. He doesn’t see the look on my face. It’s one thing for Jameson to pull Ara away from me this morning, but now this? I growl, like actually fucking growl, deep in my throat as he grabs Ara.
“I said lets go home A. We need to talk now,
” Jameson says to Ara. His face close to hers, and it wasn’t a look of anger on his face, but of…what the fuck, pitty? Stepping up I put a hand on Jameson’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. He’s shaking and I pull back harder. Standing in front of him, I give a small shake.
“Take a walk J. I’ll meet you outside and we’ll go to your place and chill. Maybe throw the ball and convince your mom to make some grub. You know how she loves me dude.” I smile, trying to ease his mood. Whatever is going on, I’ll get it out of him. If not I’ll ask Ara, but if the look on the face is any indication, she’s in just as much shock as I am to see what was on J’s face a minute ago,
Looking over my shoulder, he eyes Ara one more time. “Read what I wrote and you’ll understand everything. Just read it!” He looks back at me and shakes his head. Turning he walks away. I look at Thyler and nod for him to follow. As curious as I am to see what happened, I don’t want him alone. Turning, I put a smile on my face. Noting Ara’s pale one.
“Hey Ara…what’s going on?”
“I have no clue. He sent me a message this morning saying we needed to talk, and then he avoided me all day when I tried. Thinking the text wasn’t for me, I let it go. Then when I was walking out of the room, he grabbed me and pulled me to the side. Saying he was sorry for avoiding me. He was just thinking of what to say, but couldn’t so he wrote this.”
She held up a letter that looked to be a couple pages long. Oh, how tempting it is to just reach out and take it, reading it to answer the burning question in my head. What is going on? Why is he writing a damn letter? I mean I’m not stupid and I know people do, but what the fuck! He wanted this bet. Baited me into it with Thyler and now this! Either way I’m not letting it happen. Can I deny everything and call him a liar? Fuck no. That’s my friend. I just need to figure out what I’m gonna do if it’s true.
Taking her hand, I wait until she looks up. Raising my other hand to her cheek I lean closer. “Hey, it’ll be okay. Don’t sweat it. We guys have moods just like you girls do.” I smile as her cheeks turn pink. I lean further, brushing my lips to hers softly and quickly. Her breath catching, making me moan silently. “Let’s go to my car, and I’ll take you home.”
She nods and walks with me. Her left hand caught by mine and her right hand clutching the note from Jameson tightly in her hand. Frowning I look at her profile again, wishing there was something I could do to make her smile and laugh. Stopping, I pull her close. I wrap my arms around her, feeling better when she relaxes against me rather than tensing away.
Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I run my hands up her back. “Ara, will you go to the dance with me on Friday?” She turns her head into me, her lips brushing my neck as she sighs. I start to freak out, thinking maybe it’s too late. Has Garrett already asked her to the dance? My grip tightens on her, trying to force myself to calm down. I’m acting pussy whipped and I haven’t even fucked her yet. What the hell? I pull her away and laugh it off.
“It shouldn’t be that damn hard-” She cuts me off with her finger resting against my lips. My eyes go wide as she smiles, stepping closer so her body brushes against mine, and yupp. I’m hard once again. I moan, this time aloud and smile as she throws her head back and laughs.
“I may have to study Friday, but if anything changes… you’ll be the first to know.”
With that she turns, throws one last look over her shoulder, and then walks away. Holy fuck! That was HOT. Lean back against a locker I watch her walk away. With a hard on in my pants and so many questions on my mind, like what the hell is going on with Jameson, what was with Ara leaving me hanging, and last…where did that hot new Ara come from? ~Arabella~
Oh gosh! Where did that come from?? “You’ll be the first to know.”
That’s so not me! Pressing my thumb and pointer finger to the bridge of my nose I squeeze hard, hoping this headache will go away before I get home. Looking up, I see Landon’s car on the curb. I let out a sigh as I pause, the note from Jameson burning a hole in my back pack. This is not what I need. I don’t understand what’s happening at all! Garrett asks me out, Landon suddenly showing interest, some stranger pulling me away from Landon’s kiss, and Jameson’s weird new attitude.
Hooking my thumbs in the straps of my bag I walk up the steps of the porch, pushing the halfway open door fully open, then kicking it closed. I hear the guys laughing, meaning they are in one of the rooms down here. I run up to my room quickly and close my door. Leaning back against it I wait for my heart to slow down then pull my back pack off. Opening the front zipper to pull the letter out I sit on the bed and begin to read: “Arabella, I know I haven’t always been the best big brother and I guess all I can say to that is…it’s because I never wanted to be your brother.”
Ouch that hurt, but I shake it off and continue to read, although I am unsure if it’s a good idea to continue.
“I have some things to tell you and I know you will probably hate me and a few others after to read what I need to say. Just try not to hate me too much. First, the only reason Landon is showing interest in you is because we, and by we I mean Thyler and myself, made a bet with him. Saying he can’t get you to do anything with him. That he can’t get you to go to the dance with him, kiss him, sleep with him, etc. I’m telling you this because you kissed him this morning. I pulled you away from him. That leads me to number two. When I say I never wanted to be your brother….it’s because I’ve never seen you as a sister. You’re so different than me and Thyler. It’s hard to look at you and feel brotherly. It’s not right to feel that way, I get it. And maybe that’s why I’m telling you this now. You know how mom and dad are always saying sometimes it better to write things down…right? Anyway, about you and Garrett…he is a good guy. Have you ever thought about giving him a chance? You know Landon is my boy, but really think about what his motive is for showing the interest now as opposed to before. Text me when you read this.”
Oh. My. Goodness!!! This cannot be happening to me right now. I lay back on my bed, going over the letter over and over. What am I going to do? Turning on my side I look out the window. Landon is only showing interest because of a bet? And now he’s pushing me towards Garrett? Oh gosh, I’m so confused.
Picking up my phone I go through my recently texted contacts. Jameson, Landon, Garrett. I feel like I’m in some weird love triangle. I want Landon, but Garrett wants me. And now I don’t even know which is real or fake! Maybe it’s all just one big joke. Great. Taking a deep breath I click on Jameson’s name, typing out a message. Arabella: “Hey Jameson. I read the letter.” Jameson: “And what are you thinking?” Arabella: “To be honest. I have no clue. What am I supposed to think? You know I like Landon, but you’re telling me that he isn’t really interested in me. That’s a dick move bro. Oh that’s right you don’t even see me as a sister.” Jameson: “I was only thinking of you! I tried to be a brother by telling you what was going on with Landon. I don’t know how to explain this anymore. I wrote a letter like a dumbass. What more do you want from me?” Arabella: “I want people to see me for me and not grow interest after some bet! I’m not like the other girls y’all hang around. And I want you to think of me the way a brother should.” Jameson: “Have you ever thought there was no way we could be related Ara? You’re so different. But I’ve said that before. Anyway you’re going to do what you want to do. Figure it out and fast. It’s my money on the line here anyway.”
That got me. He tells me that he tried to be a brother, and then throws the bet in my face. Maybe it’s time to stop being the old Ara. The one who questions herself over everything, but still chickens out over everything because she’s so afraid of being laughed at and judged, like that hasn’t already happened. Taking a deep breath, I make my decision. Arabella: “Hey Landon, remember how I said you’d be the first to know? My answer is yes. I would love to go to the dance with you on Friday.”
Turning on my side, I put my phone on silent, slip under the covers in my clothes and hope for sleep. ~Garrett~
Sitting on the couch in our game room, I look at my phone once again. Maybe I’m being stupid like Thyler said. Was it obvious that Landon was showing serious interest in Arabella, but why? That has never happened, and any time she was brought up he huffs and puffs then changes the subject.
Sitting straight up in bed, I smack a hand to head. Oh holy shit. Is that what I’ve been missing, or overlooking more like?? Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I stand and grab my phone. Tapping it on the palm of my hand as I think of what I’m going to do. I like Arabella, but you’d have to be blind not to see that the attention goes to that of Landon Thompson. Prick. Sure he’s fun, but kind of a womanizer. Regardless, he’s a friend so I respect him. Landon: “Hey dude, Ara is going to the dance with me on Friday. Tell me who you’re bringing and we’ll double up. Grab some dinner before? Yeah?”
Groaning, I contemplate throwing my phone against the wall. She said yes. What more was there to do? I guess now I just have to think about who I’m bringing and try to have a good time. Even if I have to suffer watching Landon hanging all over the one girl I’ve ever really felt connected to. Shrugging, I tap my screen, typing out a quick message. Garrett: “Congrats man. She’s too good for you, but no girl can resist that pull you have. Still thinkin’ of who I’m going to ask, but I’ll get back to you. Lucky S.O.B.” Landon: “Ha, fuck you too man. We’ll have a good time. Just keep your hands off my girl. We’ll plan on 7 Friday. Good?”
Keep my hands off Ara? I’ve been having to do that for a while now, but having to see Landon dance with her. This will really test my patients. Pacing around the living room, I roll my eyes. Maybe I can just bail on the dance. Make up some excuse as to why I can’t make it. That could work…right? Garrett: “Great. 7 is it.” ****Author’s Note****
I changed the story line because I was losing what I really wanted this story to be. It’s not an incest story. It’s a love story. She is confused and trying to figure out what is going on in her life. The guys are crazy and stupid and we love to hate them. Let me know what y’all think of this story line. I do take the comments and work with them.
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