hurt you.”
“Well, he did,” I say as I cross my arms over my
chest. “Ever since he made quarterback for the team, he's always being pulled
to one party or another. I miss the times when I was the only thing on his
mind.”
“Zoey, everyone changes. We're growing up. You gotta let him find his way, even if it leads in a direction
you don't want it to. You put a leash on him, and he'll pull away even more.”
My eyes water, and I angrily wipe at them. Damn it.
“Fine. I'll just go back inside and act like I don't care at all that my
boyfriend's a total ass,” I say sourly as I turn to walk away.
Micah grabs my arm gently and gets in my face, his
expression a mixture of determination and brotherly concern. “Zoey, I'm
dropping you off at home.”
“What?”
“You're drunk. If mom and dad weren't out of town,
you'd be in a lot of trouble tonight. What happened to pacing yourself?” he
asks dryly.
“My asshole boyfriend happened.”
“Right. Let's go,” he says, slipping an arm around my
shoulder.
I shrug him off. “I don't want to go.”
He slants me a look. “You really want to go back in
and pretend to have a good time while ignoring Alex? It'll just make things
worse. Let me take you home, and you and Alex can work it out in the morning.
You know he'll be calling as soon as he wakes up.”
Micah's right. I know if I stay, I'll probably cause
some sort of drama that will make this fight look like nothing. “Fine,” I say
with reluctant resignation. “But what about Ashely? It's her birthday.”
Micah's already leading me down the patio stairs and
around the house to the driveway packed with cars. “I'll be gone thirty minutes
at most. I already told her I'd take you home and then come back.”
I stumble slightly because the world is a little
tipsy—well, I'm the one who's tipsy. Micah steadies me, and we silently make
our way down the long driveway until we come to Micah's car. I can't help but
wish I was leaving with the one I'd come with—Alex. My brother opens the
passenger door for me, and I drop into the seat, sighing loudly.
Micah slides into the driver's seat and slips on his
seatbelt before glancing at me. “Seatbelt, Zoey.”
I roll my eyes, which makes the world spin. My head
drops back against the headrest as I shut my eyes to try to calm the icky
feeling that's building in my gut. I feel Micah lean over me as he slips on my
seatbelt and secures it with and audible 'click.' “You barf in my car, and
you're the one who has to clean it in the morning,” he warns me lightly.
“I hear you.” It's only fair. Micah's always more than
fair with me. Brothers are supposed to be annoying, but I got lucky. As twins,
we're closer than the average pair of siblings. We rarely fight, and when we
do, we can't go longer than a day ignoring the other before one of us caves and
takes the first step to reconciliation.
I feel the car moving as we pull out onto the
driveway, then we make our way down the winding curves until it meets the road.
“I hope Ashley's not mad at me,” I mumble as my eyes flicker open, and I stare
moodily out my darkened window. I like Ashely. Micah's been dating her for
seven months now, and I can see that she's really good for him. She treats him
well.
“Nah, she's too sweet for that.”
A smile breaks across my face, because he's right.
They make a cute couple. As we drive through the hills, I straighten up in my
seat and start playing with the radio. My mood is so dumpy that I need a good
upbeat song to distract me.
Micah groans. “No, leave the radio alone. I don't want
to have to listen to your crap for the next ten minutes.”
I look at him and childishly stick my tongue out
before saying, “It's not crap. Besides, Ashley listens to the same stuff. Do
you tell her she listens to crap?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Fine. Whatever,” he grumbles.
Triumph flares in me, and I play with the radio until
I come across a song I like. I settle
“Well, he did,” I say as I cross my arms over my
chest. “Ever since he made quarterback for the team, he's always being pulled
to one party or another. I miss the times when I was the only thing on his
mind.”
“Zoey, everyone changes. We're growing up. You gotta let him find his way, even if it leads in a direction
you don't want it to. You put a leash on him, and he'll pull away even more.”
My eyes water, and I angrily wipe at them. Damn it.
“Fine. I'll just go back inside and act like I don't care at all that my
boyfriend's a total ass,” I say sourly as I turn to walk away.
Micah grabs my arm gently and gets in my face, his
expression a mixture of determination and brotherly concern. “Zoey, I'm
dropping you off at home.”
“What?”
“You're drunk. If mom and dad weren't out of town,
you'd be in a lot of trouble tonight. What happened to pacing yourself?” he
asks dryly.
“My asshole boyfriend happened.”
“Right. Let's go,” he says, slipping an arm around my
shoulder.
I shrug him off. “I don't want to go.”
He slants me a look. “You really want to go back in
and pretend to have a good time while ignoring Alex? It'll just make things
worse. Let me take you home, and you and Alex can work it out in the morning.
You know he'll be calling as soon as he wakes up.”
Micah's right. I know if I stay, I'll probably cause
some sort of drama that will make this fight look like nothing. “Fine,” I say
with reluctant resignation. “But what about Ashely? It's her birthday.”
Micah's already leading me down the patio stairs and
around the house to the driveway packed with cars. “I'll be gone thirty minutes
at most. I already told her I'd take you home and then come back.”
I stumble slightly because the world is a little
tipsy—well, I'm the one who's tipsy. Micah steadies me, and we silently make
our way down the long driveway until we come to Micah's car. I can't help but
wish I was leaving with the one I'd come with—Alex. My brother opens the
passenger door for me, and I drop into the seat, sighing loudly.
Micah slides into the driver's seat and slips on his
seatbelt before glancing at me. “Seatbelt, Zoey.”
I roll my eyes, which makes the world spin. My head
drops back against the headrest as I shut my eyes to try to calm the icky
feeling that's building in my gut. I feel Micah lean over me as he slips on my
seatbelt and secures it with and audible 'click.' “You barf in my car, and
you're the one who has to clean it in the morning,” he warns me lightly.
“I hear you.” It's only fair. Micah's always more than
fair with me. Brothers are supposed to be annoying, but I got lucky. As twins,
we're closer than the average pair of siblings. We rarely fight, and when we
do, we can't go longer than a day ignoring the other before one of us caves and
takes the first step to reconciliation.
I feel the car moving as we pull out onto the
driveway, then we make our way down the winding curves until it meets the road.
“I hope Ashley's not mad at me,” I mumble as my eyes flicker open, and I stare
moodily out my darkened window. I like Ashely. Micah's been dating her for
seven months now, and I can see that she's really good for him. She treats him
well.
“Nah, she's too sweet for that.”
A smile breaks across my face, because he's right.
They make a cute couple. As we drive through the hills, I straighten up in my
seat and start playing with the radio. My mood is so dumpy that I need a good
upbeat song to distract me.
Micah groans. “No, leave the radio alone. I don't want
to have to listen to your crap for the next ten minutes.”
I look at him and childishly stick my tongue out
before saying, “It's not crap. Besides, Ashley listens to the same stuff. Do
you tell her she listens to crap?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Fine. Whatever,” he grumbles.
Triumph flares in me, and I play with the radio until
I come across a song I like. I settle
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