Rules Of Different Games

Chapter 5- Going to GG'S House

Ruthie Finn

Sunday night

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"What are you doing, Ru?" My sister asked me, dancing into my room.

I slammed my laptop shut. "Nothing."

"Liar." She had a sucker in her mouth and made a gross popping sound when she pulled it out of her mouth. I hated that noise a lot.

"Fine. I was finishing Dru's early admissions forms for all the Ivy League schools. I asked her dad for permission to do it because he obviously can't, and Miranda has written her reference letters. It's a surprise. Don't say a word."

Lou turned red and looked away from me. Lately, whenever I mentioned Dru's name, Lou got weird. I didn't know why and didn't want to ask either. Sometimes, my twin was as nuts as me, and I didn't want to hear her reasoning.

"You love her, don't you?" Lou asked me with no regard for emotions.

"I do, Lou. But I love you too."

"Yeah, as much as your truck and fishing. I know. Now Dru is on that list. Awesome. I bet come this summer, everyone leaves me high and dry."

"You're being dramatic." I yelled at her back, but she was already running out of my room.

Lou was always jealous. I couldn't catch a break even when trying to do something nice, man. I'd do it for her if she wanted to go to school, but she didn't. My sister had no aspirations for her life. Like, zero. I turned off my lamp and went to bed.

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Monday morning

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"Damn, looking hot today, Ru." My cousin Albee hit me in my arm, walking into school.

"It was laundry day and all my shits dirty. Leave me be." I complained, pulling my leather backpack higher on my shoulder.

"Does laundry have anything to do with the makeup?" Kelsy asked, leaning into Albee, who was her boyfriend for the last few months since school started. They were cute together.

I blushed. "No. Lou made me do it." Lou was adamant about me looking good today. She said it would make me feel better if I looked better.

In a way, she was right. I was feeling very confident in my looks at the moment. Black eyeliner, mascara, and red lips went a long way. She even curled my long black hair that I usually wore up. Her clothes on me felt foreign, though.

I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans with a pair of her black leather boots that went to my knees. I had on a long tan sweater to go with it and a long gold chain. I even had perfume on. I looked like a million bucks and was trying to feel sexy even if I was failing. Then again, my dancer body could get away with any outfit, and I knew that.

I ignored people's stares, making my way to my locker. I opened it, shoving my math book inside, switching it out with my chemistry book. I looked at myself in my tiny mirror and fixed my lip gloss. Through the mirror, I looked at the crowd of kids who were staring at someone in shock. I looked closer and gasped, turning around to see in person what was going on because I thought I was seeing things.

I wasn't seeing anything that made me believe this was real. It couldn't be. Dru and the rest of her basketball friends were walking towards me. And fuck if I didn't want to run to her and climb her like a tree. Or push her outside and make her change. How dare she come to school looking so fucking fuckable. I had to shake my head, really hard to feel my hair move, to make sure I was still awake.