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LEO
Haley sits in my passenger seat. The convertible top is down and her long hair flies in the wind. She's singing along to some annoying country song that she found when I gave her the aux. I turn to study her. There's no doubt in my mind that she's textbook definition 'gorgeous.' She's got the perfect chest, the slim waist, the shapely hips, the caramel tan, the commercial ready curly hair...so why am I picturing Gabby in my passenger seat instead?
Abruptly, Haley leans over and shuts the radio off. I clench my jaw and press a little harder on the accelerator.
"Why does Gabby hate you so much?" Haley turns to gaze at me, her green doe eyes filled with curiosity and maybe a little jealousy.
My heart tightens a little at the words 'Gabby', 'hate', and 'you'. I give the tiny blond to my right a cocky grin. "Girls hate what they can't have."
Haley tilts her head, questioningly. "Do you think she's ugly?"
My jaw clenches yet again. I remain silent as we approach our destination. I turn to the girl in my passenger seat and give her my signature Leo Hamilton smirk just as we reach my house. I lead her out of the car and sneak up to my room. Once we're in the room and my door is shut and locked, I take slow steps to Haley. Her breath hitches in her throat.
"You don't care...about Kurt?" She squeaks as I plant my lips on her neck. I pull away long enough to whisper in her ear.
"We all have dirty laundry, babe. I won't show you mine if you don't show me yours."
She nods, breathless, and then lets out a sharp gasp as I lick a particularly sensitive spot on her collar bone.
"May I?" I ask the gorgeous girl in front of me, gesturing to her shirt. She practically rips it off herself, eager.
They always are.
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GABBY
"I think I'm coming down with something." I whine to Camille. She rolls her eyes and hits me with a pillow.
"It's called Senioritis, bitch. No known cure. So you finished the project?" She asks me, looking over my shoulder at the blinking cursor on my computer.
"Yeah, I can't stand to be around Leo right now, not while he is seeing Haley, so I texted him I'd finish it on my own. Haven't heard back from him, so I'm finishing it anyways. It's due soon anyways, I don't have anymore time for Leo drama."
"And no word from his hunky cousin?"
"Aaron? Ha! No. He was probably scared off for life. Probably blocked my number. Wouldn't even blame the guy."
"Shame. Could have gone on a double date. Me and Leo, you and Aaron..."
"Sure." I roll my eyes. "When Hell freezes over. Would make for a cute date! Maybe we could go ice skating!"
Camille rolls her eyes but giggles anyways. "Seriously, though. I thought that Aaron kid was into you from the texts you read to me."
My heart sinks a little. "Honestly? So did I. And not like as a fetish thing like it was with he who shall not be named...it seemed like he liked me for me..."
Camille stands up and wraps me in a hug--well, wraps as much as she can of me in a hug.
"We're still pretty much kids, babe. Got our whole lives ahead of us. You think I plan on marrying Leo? It'd be nice, sure, but it's not happening. He's the most gorgeous guy in the world, he's super rich, super talented, an amazing lay...where was I going with this?"
I giggle and she nods her head, self-assured. "Right." She continues, "he's an asshole. He's seriously hooking up with your sister, Emily, me, and whoever else he can get his dick up for. He's such a...sorry, off track. My point is, date to have fun right now. Don't date to marry! We've got so much time for that. Don't worry about the future. Worry about right now...for now, at least. Can you do that? For me?"
"I love you. I seriously wish we were lesbians so we could date each other." Camille doesn't pick up on it, but I purposely avoid her question. I can't live in the now. I don't even want to.
"Girl, story of my life. You're my soulmate, Gabs. Forever and ever."
"Forever and ever." I echo.
Camille's phone rings. "Shit, I've got to go finish my online quiz before midnight. I know it's a school night and all, but any chance you'd be up for an all nighter? We can binge watch rom coms and make fun of them and eat until we puke."
"That sounds great." I agree. "Be back here in an hour or two?"
"I'll text you when I'm on my way."
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Gabby
Exactly thirty minutes later, I get a call from my little sister. She's crying. I know something is wrong immediately, especially because she's calling me of all people.
"Can you come get me?" Haley sniffs into the phone.
She must sense my confusion because she quickly explains herself. "I already tried like all of my friends. They're all either busy or not answering."
"Sure. I'll get you. What's wrong?"
"I...don't want to talk about it."
"Where are you?"
"Leo's."
"I'll be there in ten." I hang up the phone and text Camille an apologetic request for a raincheck, explaining the situation. Camille understands it must be something very bad if Haley reached out to me for help, especially after my bringing up the Kurt thing yesterday.
I find Haley sitting on Leo's front porch. When she senses my car pulling into the driveway, she bolts toward me. She's wearing a men's t-shirt and nothing else. My heart screams in fury. Did he hurt her? I swear to God, if Leo hurt my baby sister...
"What the Hell?" I question. Makeup streams down her face. "Did he hurt you?"
She opens the car door and hops into the passenger seat.
"No, no, not in the way you're thinking..."
"But he did hurt you? What happened?"
"Just forget about it."
"Fine." I shift the car gear into park and unbuckle my seat belt. "I'll go ask him myself."
"No, no..." Haley sobs. "I'll tell you."
I nod and put my seatbelt back on with a satisfying click. Part of me is scared to death of what has Haley this shaken up but another part of me, a sick part of me, enjoys seeing her so sad. Serves her right, my inner voice tells me, for being such a bitch all of the time.
"We were having...sex." Haley begins hesitantly, frantically searching my eyes for a reaction. I am careful not to let my feelings shine through. It is not news to me that Haley is not a virgin. I walked in on her and Kurt, after all. "And after I came, he was about to, and..."
Her voice cracks. I swallow my uncomfort, trying desperately not to be disgusted by the thought of my sister...peaking.
"And...and what, Haley? Did he make you do something you weren't comfortable with?"
"No, no, he was polite..." she sniffs. "It was just...when he was...you know...he called out another girl's name."
"Oh, Haley, that's horrible. I'm sorry. Whatever skank he was thinking of, you're one hundred times prettier, okay?"
As much as I might resent my sister recently, she's my sister. I'll always comfort her. Even when I don't want to.
"No, that's not it...not worried about that..." She coughs a little and then looks me in the eye. "You don't get it. It wasn't my name he called out because...it was yours."
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LEO
Fuck. Fuck! How the Hell did I let myself slip up like that? I'd made it almost all the way through without calling out the name of the girl I was picturing under me. I almost fucking made it. In that one last fucking second, it was her face in my mind, and I wanted her to know what she was doing to me so I called out her name. Only, she wasn't doing anything to me. Her little sister was.
When it happened, Haley pulled herself from me, which I did not object to. She found the closest shirt she could, she threw it on, and she bolted. I wanted to follow her, but I didn't want to make things worse. And damn it if they weren't already bad. How could I have let that happen?
Why did I sleep with someone so close to Gabby in the first place?
I whip out my phone and ring Haley. No answer.
I try again. Still no answer.
I send her a text: Hey. Ru ok? I swear it wasn't what it sounded like. I was thinking about how u asked me if I thought Gabby was ugly and for whatever reason said her name. I never answered u but the answer is yes. I do think she is ugly...ur the only 1 for me. pls call me.
Even I don't buy that excuse, but I send a quick prayer that Haley does.
Because if she doesn't, and she tells her friends what happened...my life is over.
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GABBY
"Thank Goodness." Haley sighs, kissing her phone. "There was an explanation as to why he said that. I was seriously panicking."
I'm still at a loss for words. Leo called out my name during sex? During sex with my eleven out of ten on the hotness scale sister?
"Sure, great," I mutter, not hearing what my sister has said. I'm still thinking about Leo. Sweaty, shirtless, calling out my name...me!
Cut it out, Gabby, I scold myself. This doesn't mean he likes me. This doesn't mean I like him. Does it? Does this change anything? It shouldn't, I know that, but does it?
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My phone dings. I've gotten a text from Aaron at 1 AM. There's no way I'm going to be on time for school tomorrow.
Hey. Sorry I left so suddenly yesterday. Had to take care of something.
You sure it wasn't me that scared you off?
Not at all...
Do you want to elaborate?
Not unless I have to :)
I won't make you, then. I kinda owe it to you...after making a scene in the coffee shop.
On our first date, to make matters worse ;)
It was a date?
I don't know what it was to you, but that's what it was to me.
So am I getting asked on a second one?
Absolutely. I like my girls with a little fire in them.
I leave him on read to keep things interesting. He thought it was a date...do I want it to be a date? Of course I do, who am I kidding?
I try to shut off my phone and be productive--just because I'm pulling an all nighter doesn't mean I should lounge around watching Netflix--but I decide against it. For whatever reason, my fingers get a mind of their own and the next thing I know I'm composing a text to Leo.
You were thinking of me.
I don't phrase it as a question, but as a statement. In this moment, I'm sure of it. He was thinking of me. He was thinking of what we had in the Hamptons, I'm sure of it.
He responds almost right away.
It was a slip of the tongue, Hampton. Nothing more. It will never be anything more. WE will never be anything more. Stop texting me. Really don't want to have to block ur number.
For whatever reason, that single text hurts me more than anything else that he's ever said.
And to make matters worse?
I still don't hate him.