A Twist Of Fate

Chapter 4

I look at my phone and see that it's fifteen after ten o'clock. If I was still at home in San Antonio, I would be under the blankets reading a good book, or drinking hot coco right now, but I'm not at home and right now im glad. I'm glad that I'm currently at my first college party. Do I regret it? Nope, but ask me tomorrow morning and I might have a different answer for you then.

"Where are we going?" I yell over the music to get Isabella's attention.

"To find Logan and play Kings Cup." Isabella yells back as she picks up the pace and continues to drag me along.

Elias grabs my wrist and gently tugs on it. He points to the direction that Logan is currently at with his other hand. "He's over there."

I nod my head and tug on Bella's arm and point towards Logan. She nods her head before the three of us make sure to our way to Logan who's already looking at Elias' hand as it's wrapped securely around my wrist.

"Come on, brother." Isabella yells as she lets go of my hand and snatches Logan's hand in hers and begins to drag him behind her. I drag Elias behind me as we follow the two siblings.

"What are we playing?" Logan asks as we make our way to the kitchen table, and I thank God the table is free from two hormonal sex craved college men and one half naked girl.

"Kings Cup!" Elias and I yell in unison. I sit down as Elias and Isabella sit on each side of me and Logan across from us.

Logan glares at Elias, "really? You're going to leave me to sit by myself?"

Isabella stands on top of the kitchen table with the help of my shoulder and whistles, gathering a few peoples attention. "We need more people who wants to play Kings Cup?"

I hear a chorus of "we'll play" as about five guys and four girls show up.

Logan helps Isabella off the table and I watch as the half naked girl tries to sit beside Logan. "Nope! Go put a shirt on, bitch. This isn't strip poker." Isabella points at her and if looks could kill, let's just say Isabella would be six feet under.

"Guys, this is my sister Isabella who by the way is off limits," Logan points to Isabella who glares at him, "and this is her best friend, Alani." He points at me.

We hear a chorus of "sup" and "hey" as we wave in their direction with a smile.

"Is she off limits, too?" One of the identical twins ask.

"For you." I lean over Elias for dramatic affects. "I am making myself off limits." I smile just as his smile vanishes.

"Fuck y'all!" He yells to the others at the table who can't seem to stop laughing.

"This is Ned and Ted," Logan points to the twins who have black curly hair, and the most beautiful set of crystal blue eyes I have ever seen.

"This is Mark," he points to the guy with red hair and green eyes and freckles scattered all over his face. He looks to be about my age maybe a year older.

"This is Billy," he points to a guy with a buzz cut, short blonde hair and honey brown eyes. He has a small scar on his left eyebrow. "And this is Demitri," he points to the mocha colored guy with deep chocolate brown eyes and curly dark hair. They're all very attractive in there own way.

"Y'all already met Amanda and Tiffany. This is Reina" he points to a girl with pale skin, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I also notice the light freckles that scatter her nose and cheeks. She's beautiful.

"Yeah, yeah." Isabella rolls her eyes. "Five very good looking guys and not one of them is allowed to dip their ice-cream in my syrup." Isabella's smart ass remark has everyone laughing as I choke on my drink. Logan looks pissed as he glares at his sister. "And what are twiddly-do, twiddly-da and twiddly-dumb laughing at?" She points to the three girls sitting with us as she leans forward in her seat.