You gave me wings

Chapter one

"You're staring again," Micah, my sister, said to me. 

She'd been adopted by my parents about four years after me and my twin brother, Judas, had been born, just a year younger than us. She was as much my sister as Judas was my brother because family isn't always blood.

Anyways, the most popular girl in the school has just entered the cafeteria on her way back from lunch. She was a senior in high school, just like me. We were both 19 years old, and due to our birthdays, we start school a year later than most.

Being a senior meant, if she wanted, she could go off campus for lunch, as long as she was back before the bell rang. I could do the same, I just chose not to.

Indigo Marzena, that being my crush, by the way, was 20 minutes early, which was... unusual. Normally she didn't get back until five minutes before the bell.

So... yes, I was staring. No, I didn't want to admit it. Nobody knows I'm gay, except Micah. 

Oh, I'm Calliope; Calliope Tierney.

I watched, unable to look away, as Indigo strode oh-so-confidently in her faded skinny jeans, converse sneaks, and tight white tee-shirt underneath an open button-up plaid shirt. Her hair was dark red, almost brown, and tight up in a ponytail. She wasn't girly, but I loved that.

It was known to the whole school that she was gay. That's why I had such a crush on her. That and, whenever she smiled, which was often, it would light up her emerald green eyes, plus several other reasons.

Micah lightly kicked my shin with her foot (we sat on opposite sides of the booth) after a few minutes of me watching Indigo. Her kick did two things: brought me back from my incessant daydreaming, and made me notice her friends, a couple of them, starting to notice my stare.

I looked away, down at the untouched meatloaf on my tray where I sat in embarrassed silence.

"You really should eat," my sister advised quietly. "PE is next and you know how brutal your coach is." I made a face at the meatloaf, my stomach churning at the thought of eating it. "If I eat it, I'll throw up next period for sure." "And if you don't, you might pass out." "I'll take passing out to throwing up, thanks." She sighed heavily. 

"Did you bring any allowance money with you?" I looked up into her eyes to give her a 'do you not know me' look. Of course, I hadn't brought my allowance money! That was stashed in... a safe place... for emergencies only. This was hardly an emergency. I'd had a big breakfast! I was fine!

My stomach growled. Okay, maybe I wasn't so fine. Micah gave me a look of 'I told you so'. What was I to do? I certainly wasn't going to-

"Here, you stubborn pillock," Judas said, tossing a bag of my favorite brand of nacho chips into my lap as he slid into the booth beside our sister. Grateful for the chips, I looked at him, smiled, and said: "Thanks, twat."

Judas and I often called each other these names. It was our thing. No, I have no idea why.

He grinned in response and then asked how our days had gone so far. After we replied, he filled us in on his eventful morning: "Leilani asked me out after third." 

Micah and I gasped aloud at the same time. That was as far as our identical outburst went, however.

While she said: "Oh my god, that's great!" I said: "Shit, no way!" 

Which... apparently... was the wrong thing to say. 

While Judas had dismissed it, Micah gave me a dark look. "'Shit, no way'?" She repeated, incredulous. "Really, Call?"