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chapter 41* Ostriches, Planes, Diabolical Bitch

Nik's POV

We've been moving all the pieces into place like this is one gigantic chess game.
The king protects the queen, and everything else is subjective.

We have to pretend that all that's going on, we don't see or hear it.

Tris, he is so corny, like even a blind person could see his motives. 
Since he couldn't get at me himself he was sending his bitch at me.
Laughable really, since she's nothing I cannot handle.

Sam's enraged at the both of them!

Tris for the audacity to think he could touch me and not be swiftly and unmercifully dealt with, and her for proving that she is the what he ALWAYS said she is.

 Untrustworthy, and NOT my friend.

 As much as I tried not to show it hurt, it did.

We had been tight for a very long time, and all along she was never my friend, I was just hers.
Imagine that.
Just using me for my loyalty, my circle of friends, my family, hell, even my boyfriend, before I met Sam.
She even had something going with him, albeit before I did (that still bothered me, made me so mad I could spit flames, actually)

I'm jarred out of my thoughts when I feel a pair of arms wrap around me, I lean back, and then look, fully expecting to see Sam's handsome face.

 I give a start and actually jump out of his embrace when the face I'm looking at isn't his, but that of his brothers! I open my mouth intent on giving him hell, because me and Smythe have never been the touchy feely type, when I notice the smirk, followed by the glint in his eye! 

This IS Sam! He's copied his brother's usual manner of dress, and his mustache and goatee are gone, but there's no mistaking those eyes or his smirk!  I have always thought they could pass for each other, but seeing it now really shows me that I didn't even know how right I was.

I look at him in amazement, just as Smythe enters the kitchen.

 One look at him, and I pull out a chair, and weakly sink down into it, as I look at the two of them, now standing side by side. I can barely discern the differences, this switcheroo they did is so thought out, down to the last minute detail.

Besides the obvious clothing swap, they smell different, which is partly why I had jumped away from Sam. He was wearing Eternity for men, and not Grey Flannel. Smythe has facial hair, which he never does, not ever. There's too much of it on him for him to have grown it in the two or three days since we had last seen him, which meant that had gone over to see Tee, and she was responsible for this.

I had to admit that girl had major skills. 

I think that's when I noticed that Sam was rocking some to the back cornrows, but its a very elaborate hairpiece!

 I knew without looking, that the do rag and fitted cap that his brother was wearing, was to hide the fact that under it, his hair wasn't in a low fade like Sam wears. 

They are now each standing the way the other usually does, Smythe is slouching, Sam is standing up straight, one hand in his pocket, and they are both staring at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.

Just when I'm about to, Daze  comes in talking a mile a minute on her phone about something work related, while opening the fridge.

She removes the orange juice, pours herself a glass from the mug she removed from the dish drainer. 

She ends her call and then moves to Sam's side, although she still thinks he's Smythe, just as I originally had. She leans up to kiss him hello, and then looks hurt, when he moves back, thus  dodging her attempt at affection. She looks at him strangely, and then asks what in the world is his problem.