𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 [Christopher & Matthew Sturniolo]

ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ

ꜰʟᴀsʜʙᴀᴄᴋ

Sᴇɴɪᴏʀ Yᴇᴀʀ
⁰⁴/₂₃/²⁰²⁰

Paige Withlock

After I talked to Taylor about what had happened and she told me what happened to her, we agreed that from now on we had only one plan: to find out what the triplets were hiding. No matter how. We actually discussed some hypotheses of what it could be, and unless they are secret spies or psychopaths, none of the options we talked about were relevant or helpful. Our evening was followed by lots of conversation and frozen lasagna.

When Taylor got tired and returned to her room I decided to do the same, I went to my bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth, headed back to my room and threw myself on my bed. Then I tried to fall asleep, but for some reason my mind couldn't catch a break and I should need it since I had an early class tomorrow. I read once on some website that if we have trouble sleeping I just need keep myself still for ten minutes in my bed and I'd slowly fall asleep, so I decide to test this theory.

I lie on my back and adjust my head on the pillow, look up at the ceiling and count the squares on it. Fifty-seven. I ignore the ones that lie in the curvature that they stretch out, the crisscrossed ones. The white sheets tucking my back begin to prickle across my neck. I feel uncomfortable, but I realize that it's probably just anxiety tingling down my spine from being still for more than twenty minutes without any sudden movements. I try to close my eyes but every time I do I feel my mind bringing Christopher's hands across my body. Shit.

If I feel so bad about what happened why do the memories make me feel so good? I would never admit that out loud but, God, he made me feel good. It was so quick though. Fuck. I must be going crazy. What was it about Christopher Sturniolo that made me want him so bad? A week ago he was just my idiot neighbor, and now he's... I don't even know what he is. Focus, Paige. Nothing. That's what he is. Absolutely nothing. He was your first fuck, that's all. Just as it must have been Lizzie's too, and every other girl at school who has this questionable taste for man. Okay, this was what I needed to be able to get rid of these thoughts completely; to imagine him with others, to remind myself that I wasn't the only one. It was only by putting this in my head that I eventually managed to fall asleep in peace.

(...)

I woke up to my alarm blaring and I could hear Taylor's alarm in the room next to mine as well. I ran my hands over my face, and looked at my phone screen. I don't know exactly why I expected a message from Chris, probably because I wanted an update on the Nathan situation.

I tried to not think about it and counted to three before quickly getting out of bed. I walked to my bathroom and took a quick five minute shower so I could wake up fully, and when I got out of the shower I only had time to put on a long black bodysuit that covered my legs, leaving only my arms uncovered and a part of my cleavage, I finished with a pair of white cloud boots and a short sweater on top. I combed my hair and put a light lipstick on my lips since I was extremely pale, grabbed my backpack and went downstairs catching Taylor eating her usual morning cereal, I said a short "Good morning" to her and as I never felt hungry in the morning I just grabbed an apple and went to the car to wait for her.

While waiting in the passenger seat I could see the triplets coming out of their house laughing, completely unaware of their surroundings, I think they didn't even realize I was in the car because before they got in their van, they all stopped to look at the windows of our house, investigating something and as soon as they didn't see any movement there they got in the car and left for school. Shortly after, Taylor showed up and got in the car.