Evangeline
Owen's face pales visibly.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, concerned. Lucas has vanished into thin air, leaving me alone with Owen, who shakes his head vigorously. "No, everything's fine." The strange expression disappears from his face. "Look, I've got to go, but I'll be sure to help out with your little surprise."
I smile awkwardly. "Thank you."
I see him out at the door, mind still on his bizarre reaction to Daniel's name. Obviously, they know each other. I wonder what kind of history they have?
If I really wanted to know, I could ask one of my stepbrothers, but I don't want to pry.
Shrugging off my curiosity, I head to Asher's room.
I rap softly on his door and enter. Lucas is in here too, slumped in Asher's desk chair.
"Hey." They say in unison. It's always amusing to see my stepbrothers say the same things at the same time.
I grin in return and settle cross-legged on the edge of the bed alongside Asher.
"Did Owen leave?"
"Yeah. In quite a hurry, too."
"Did he assign extra work?"
"Nope."
Lucas patiently waits for us to finish. "So are we gonna make a plan or what?"
"You make it sound like we're plotting something evil."
My stepbrothers grin and hold up various bags filled with balloons. "Oh, yes we are."
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Countdown two days
I can't wait till school ends! I grin at the mere thought of what's to come for the twins later this afternoon.
Strangely enough, neither seemed disgruntled about the fact that no one acknowledged that it was their birthday today. Instead, they were cheery as ever.
Convincing Daniel to come was of no issue at all. He readily agreed with his signature half-smile.
A crumpled ball of paper lands on my textbook. I glance up to see Asher grinning to my right.
I roll my eyes. Asher and his antics.
15 minutes till class ends.
I am barely able to make out the words in his almost illegible scrawl.
Yeah. Do you need anything?
I smoothen the rumpled paper with my hands, then fold it neatly into a square before surreptitiously handing it to him, keeping my eyes on the teacher.
You're so sneaky. And yeah, what's the answer for question 12?
The paper arrives back on my table in a ball.
x=69
y=45
I chuck the note with the into his open bag.
Okay thx. But I alr figured it out before you could write it fast enough. ^
Hmph.
Oliver, who has been seated next to me diligently completing the worksheet, snickers. "Conversing with your boyfriend?"
My cheeks heat. "No, he's not! For the last time, we're just friends." I hiss. I'm flustered, yet also relieved at the same time since if Oliver asked that, question, it would mean Carrie didn't tell them.
