realize; Trys is pissed.”
“No shit,” I interrupted and went to turn back. She grabbed my shoulder and whirled me around to face her. She stared up into my eyes, searching for something she didn’t find.
“Oh my God, Ide; yer such a bloody head case. He’s fricking jealous!”
That got my attention. My face crumpled into a scowl, and I pulled her slightly away from the other two. “Are ye crazy? What’re ye talking about?”
“Are ye a moron or an actual dickhead?” She looked genuinely annoyed at me. “Ye said something happened, right? And now ye kiss his brother right there in front of him? That’s a pretty low blow.”
I craned my head over my shoulder to stare at Trystan, who was talking to his youngest brother in hushed tones. He shot me the finger without looking up.
“Trys is straight, Jorja,” I said as I turned back to my sister. “He had trouble kissing me, for God’s sake.”
“Meh, maybe he is; doesn’t change the fact that he did kiss ye, and it doesn’t change the fact that he is currently livid and probably embarrassed. I know I would be.” I looked down at my sister and realized I believed everything that she was saying. It didn’t really make sense, but I did believe it.
“Fricking hell,” I cursed and marched over to where Trystan and Josh were. “Josh, I need t’ speak to yer brother,” I said gently and shot him an apologetic smile. He looked sad but he nodded and I watched in silence as he headed over to where Vince was lobbing stones into the lake.
“Look, Trys.” I only dragged my eyes back to Trystan because watching Josh was not helping. “I’m sorry if there was some kind of misunderstanding. Yer right, I am a whore, and I was playing along with ye because it was fun. Because I knew ye were straight and it amused me to tempt ye to do gay stuff with me. I didn’t think for a second that ye might get confused by what we were doing, because ye always seem so fricking arrogant. Still, it’s not really an excuse, I know, and I’m sorry for leading ye on and then kissing yer brother,” I said, even though I definitely recalled Trystan asking me to do exactly that and probably more and even though I knew that I believed what Josh had said about Trystan mocking me with Vince.
Trystan stared at me, and then he shrugged. “Whatever; why would I care?”
Needless to say, the rest of the holiday was not as much fun as the first half, and not just because it rained every day.
6—Spider
M Y PHONE started ringing as I was just reaching the outskirts of York.
“ Oi, dickhead, ye were supposed t’ stick around fer a couple o’ days, eh? ” was the eloquent greeting I got as I answered the call. I’d put it on handsfree so I could drive, and Theo’s heavy accent over the background of his Jeep’s engine made the speakers complain briefly.
“Aye, sorry, Theo.” I stifled a yawn as I drew up to a set of traffic lights. It was still light but it was gone nine and I figured Theo had probably just called in after finishing up his evening duties, expecting to go for a beer. I hadn’t slept well for the last couple of nights, half because it hadn’t let up raining and the sound had been amplified by the tent, and half because of the person I’d still had to share a tent with.
Theo grunted something and was quiet for a moment. “ So what happened? Yer sister had a face on her worse than the time ye kissed that boy she was dating. ”
I chuckled at the memory. “He kissed me, and ye know it. But that’s an improvement on the last time I saw her. She’s been looking at me worse than that time ye pushed her in the lake and ruined those ridiculous pink trainers she insisted on wearing all the fricking time.”
“ That bad, eh? ” Theo let out a loud chortle, and there was a pause as we both remembered simpler times. Back when Trystan Jackson was nothing but a bully and my sister would take my side even when I’d been a dick.
Honestly, the end of the
“No shit,” I interrupted and went to turn back. She grabbed my shoulder and whirled me around to face her. She stared up into my eyes, searching for something she didn’t find.
“Oh my God, Ide; yer such a bloody head case. He’s fricking jealous!”
That got my attention. My face crumpled into a scowl, and I pulled her slightly away from the other two. “Are ye crazy? What’re ye talking about?”
“Are ye a moron or an actual dickhead?” She looked genuinely annoyed at me. “Ye said something happened, right? And now ye kiss his brother right there in front of him? That’s a pretty low blow.”
I craned my head over my shoulder to stare at Trystan, who was talking to his youngest brother in hushed tones. He shot me the finger without looking up.
“Trys is straight, Jorja,” I said as I turned back to my sister. “He had trouble kissing me, for God’s sake.”
“Meh, maybe he is; doesn’t change the fact that he did kiss ye, and it doesn’t change the fact that he is currently livid and probably embarrassed. I know I would be.” I looked down at my sister and realized I believed everything that she was saying. It didn’t really make sense, but I did believe it.
“Fricking hell,” I cursed and marched over to where Trystan and Josh were. “Josh, I need t’ speak to yer brother,” I said gently and shot him an apologetic smile. He looked sad but he nodded and I watched in silence as he headed over to where Vince was lobbing stones into the lake.
“Look, Trys.” I only dragged my eyes back to Trystan because watching Josh was not helping. “I’m sorry if there was some kind of misunderstanding. Yer right, I am a whore, and I was playing along with ye because it was fun. Because I knew ye were straight and it amused me to tempt ye to do gay stuff with me. I didn’t think for a second that ye might get confused by what we were doing, because ye always seem so fricking arrogant. Still, it’s not really an excuse, I know, and I’m sorry for leading ye on and then kissing yer brother,” I said, even though I definitely recalled Trystan asking me to do exactly that and probably more and even though I knew that I believed what Josh had said about Trystan mocking me with Vince.
Trystan stared at me, and then he shrugged. “Whatever; why would I care?”
Needless to say, the rest of the holiday was not as much fun as the first half, and not just because it rained every day.
6—Spider
M Y PHONE started ringing as I was just reaching the outskirts of York.
“ Oi, dickhead, ye were supposed t’ stick around fer a couple o’ days, eh? ” was the eloquent greeting I got as I answered the call. I’d put it on handsfree so I could drive, and Theo’s heavy accent over the background of his Jeep’s engine made the speakers complain briefly.
“Aye, sorry, Theo.” I stifled a yawn as I drew up to a set of traffic lights. It was still light but it was gone nine and I figured Theo had probably just called in after finishing up his evening duties, expecting to go for a beer. I hadn’t slept well for the last couple of nights, half because it hadn’t let up raining and the sound had been amplified by the tent, and half because of the person I’d still had to share a tent with.
Theo grunted something and was quiet for a moment. “ So what happened? Yer sister had a face on her worse than the time ye kissed that boy she was dating. ”
I chuckled at the memory. “He kissed me, and ye know it. But that’s an improvement on the last time I saw her. She’s been looking at me worse than that time ye pushed her in the lake and ruined those ridiculous pink trainers she insisted on wearing all the fricking time.”
“ That bad, eh? ” Theo let out a loud chortle, and there was a pause as we both remembered simpler times. Back when Trystan Jackson was nothing but a bully and my sister would take my side even when I’d been a dick.
Honestly, the end of the
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