Mind Wide Open

A/N: Alright, hello people! Welcome to my Spinquel (spinoff meets sequel, use your imagination)! So, I got a surprisingly mixed group of answers for my question at the end of Head Down. I figured this was the middle ground. Katie and Castor are the main characters, in case you didn't see in my tenuously long description. Tell me what you all think?! Please?!? Also, you don't have to read Head Down to get this book. 

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CASTOR O'DERRY'S POV

"Want this?" asks Pollux from the rolling chair, holding up a half eaten apple from my desk. It was supposed to be our desk, but Pol doesn't read or write unless he has to. Actually, he doesn't do much that he doesn't have too.

I shake my head and look up at him, to make sure my point is sent effectively, then turn back to my worn book. Robinson Crusoe -the first English assignment of Junior year, which hasn't even started yet. I've read it before, more than once. Maybe because I like the story, or maybe because I want to figure out what Defoe could have possibly been thinking while he wrote it. 

My twin brother shrugs and simply bites into the apple, crisp juice from the semi-rotten fruit splattering his clean orange Nike shirt. This irks me, but I say nothing. I usually don't. Out of the two of us, he's certainly the most outgoing, with everything from girls to voicing his opinions. I myself am happy to sit back and make sure no one hurts themselves. Most people in the pack -of werewolves, which I've been a part of since the day I was born- see this as maturity, but I like to think of it as simple passiveness. Where Pollux is aggressive, loud, and generally verbal, I am content, quiet, and observant. Exact opposites of each other, a not so rare phenomena with brothers.

"When do you think she'll be here?" he asks through the apple chunks on his tongue. He's referring to Sydney, who is supposed to call when she pulls up to the pack house. Standard pack party procedure, though she's been known to forget.

"She said at a quarter 'till," I reply, looking up from my book once again. Out of everyone he's certainly the easiest person to talk to -other than Sydney, and, when she was here, Katie. Though she spoke about as much as I do. 

"It's been fifteen minutes." 

It hasn't. Pollux, however, does not gauge time the way I do. My theory is he judges minutes by the amount of times he's jiggled his knee up and down, or, when in class, tapped his pen on the desk. He's a tad hyperactive, but that suits the coaches and female population of the school just fine. The rest of us have merely gotten used to this, but it can still be annoying. I just make a point not to be overly vexed. 

"Seven," I correct him, clinking the power button on my phone to view the time. I used to have an iPod, but upgraded two years ago when Katie left -a subject so taboo in our household of seven that simply thinking the girl's name can give you the chills, though I just wish she was here- as a means of forgetting her, since she had constantly used it. This was my parents’ idea, and I didn't want to make any ripples in the pond by being the only person in the house who doesn't hate her. 

Well, only other person.

"I beg to differ, dear brother," Pollux replies, placing his broad hands rough from basketball and baseball and the various 'balls' he plays, behind his spiky brown head of hair. 

I just stare at him, awaiting explanation. 

We are, as no one ever ceases to stop pointing out, very different from each other -inside and out.  

Pol has chestnut hair that has been whipped, spiked, molded, and otherwise assaulted with vigorous amounts of hair gel, blue eyes with such spark and mischief within them they match his personality, and a longer, swimmer-muscled body girl's have a tendency to swoon over. I, on the very far away hand, have blonde hair that I don't value over sleep -so it flips over my forehead in a style Sydney likes to refer to as Skater, though I like to argue the point that the population of the X Games always wears mugger hats of some kind- brown eyes, and while we’re the same height I have normal person muscles. We also dress differently -me in comfortable band tee shirts and old jeans, and my brother in whatever brands are popular paired with athletic shorts.