If my Sister is Dating my Ex, Isn't That Incest?!

Prologue

Whoever said love is easy was mistakenly wrong.

I guess love is easy when your sitting here watching a chick flick with your sister (and your ex), in the seat in front of them actually watching the movie while they’re in the back having some fun.

Really? No. To be quite honest, I actually stopped watching the movie two minutes ago. And right now, I would like to go home.

Well anyways, I’m Felicia Auburn. I’m the president of my Computer Technology club, I’m on my way to a scholarship, I’ve gotten honor roll since I was introduced to them, and well, I’m getting my new set of glasses. (And possibly braces.)

Not to mention, my ex boyfriend, (who is the school’s player) is dating my head captain of the cheerleading team sister.

It’s not much of a surprise, actually.

Cody Fisher. That’s the name of the hottest guy at school who happens to be my ex, which happens to be dating my sister. Now how all of this became…I’ll tell you.

So basically, the kid who was supposed to be designing the spring dance’s theme and all was sick of the measles, (who gets those anymore?) and a bunch of people voted me to do it. Me, of all people.

So that whole ‘’voting’’ system spread to the head principal, Mr. Jenkins. Mr. Jenkins also thought it would be a great idea. (‘Tremendous’ idea in his words.) So that was it, I really had no say in it.

There were already volunteers that helped with the designing, and all I had to do was boss people around. The only problem was – was that I’m not good at that. I’m a little too generous, so if someone spilled paint, I wouldn’t be all, ‘’Drop down and give me twenty!’’ I would more like grab the nearest mop and mop it myself.

I was trying to put the spring dance banner (I made it all by myself). I guess the Elmer’s glue I kept from elementary school was a little bit too oozy – the glue dripped to the floor. Not to mention, I was iffy on using it, but I had nothing else to use. I mean it was perfectly fine until you opened the lid and took a whiff of the smell – and took a peek at the yellow-brownish color it provided.

So cute old Cody, Mr. more body counts in the school than any other boy comes along. I guess he was a volunteer. After all, a lot of girls loved to volunteer cutesy little spring dances.

‘’Need help there?’’ He grinned, and I could sense him looking down on my skirt, which was lifted up because of my being on my tippy-toes to reach the stupid ceiling. (Couldn’t find a ladder.)

I pulled my skirt down and turned around. ‘’Help would be needed,’’ I spoke. You know that feeling when you don’t want to say yes to the offer, but you have no choice but to? It was one of those moments.

So he grabbed my waist and lifted me up effortlessly. Not the kind of help I expected, but it was help. So I pushed the crappy made-by-me banner up and nailed it with the hammer he gave me.

‘’You’re cute,’’ He said as I was onto my last nail.

‘’Excuse me?’’ I said over the loudness of the hammering.

‘’You’re cute,’’ He repeated, a smirk spread across his face. When I was done, he lifted me down.

Me being the innocent girl I was, never having a boyfriend, I just said, ‘‘you’re cute too.’’ And he gave me his cell phone number, while I gave him my home phone number. (I didn’t have a cell phone.)

About two months later, he dumped me.

He was such a coward – he got my sister to tell me. And then the following day, they were a thing.

So here I am, popcorn in hand, looking at the high and low contrasts of a movie screen instead of knowing what’s going on in the actual movie, with my ex and my sister behind me, giggling and making out. Such an ideal date.