Of All The Things I Didn't Say

Chapter 2

It's the beginning of our first semester of grade twelve in Winterville High School. My alarm goes off at six am. I hit the snooze button...three times. So now it's 6:45 am. Awesome sauce.
I shower and put on my "war paint". Why does make up have to take so long any way? Why can't my eye liner just magically appear on my eye lid flawlessly? But at the same time I do love putting on make up, my eye liner is always on fleek.
I dress myself in dark short, shorts; that way I'll be able to show off the tan on my legs I've working my butt off to get over the summer. A red and blue plaid crop-top and blue tennis shoes.

I take one last look in the mirrior, my summer freckles on my cheeks are faded from the make up, but I be looking on point. My dirty blonde hair straightened and the crop-top is just barely showing my six pack that I've also been working my ass off to get. Yeah that'll be gone when winter hits. The things I do for the boy I'll never tell...
I race down stairs and grab an apple. I glance at the clock, it's 8:10. With my luck I'll just be able to make it.

"Cutting it a bit short aren't we?" My brother Lucas said when he too came down the stairs and grabbed an energy bar. We're twins, but I'm the better looking one. Yes we're in the same grade and go to the same school. And no, we don't have a love-hate relationship. I truly do love my brother. We may be the same age but he has that older brother quality. If I ever came home, feeling hurt or literally just came home and I ran to my room; not a minute later Lucas would come running into my room and comfort me.
He usually starts off with the same question, "who do I need to hunt down?" Which would make me laugh, every time and then we'd cuddle on my bed while I told him what happened.

He'd tell me what I needed to hear, no matter how painful, would then mess up my hair, wipe away my tears, kiss me on my fore head, then call me a dork. But that's what brothers do right? I'm glad I have a brother such as Lucas, I don't know what I'd do without him.

"I guess I can say the same for you now huh?", I shoot back at him.

"You're hilarious", he said and threw me my back pack. He was a full head taller than me, his body fit and lean. His green eyes sparkled from the sun, such as mine always did because we had the same eyes. His jaw line was sharper than my winged eye liner, his nose straight and with a gullible smirk and his brown hair was nicely styled. And above all, he was extremely popular. As for me, I'd say I was average on the popularity scale.

Lucas is a basket ball and a foot ball player and he hit the gym four days out of the week. He was in great shape, as was I because we'd train together. I'm a basket ball player as well and on the track team and I take swimming lessons. We're both pretty athletic and are well known for it. And just to make ourselves sound even more fan-freaking-tasitc, we're both straight A students. No wonder we're twins, like holy cow.

"Holy damn, what do you have in here?" Lucas whined as he picked up my floral back pack. "Homework for the next two weeks?".

"Ha ha, very funny", I said as I swung one strap over my shoulder. "Knowing you, your back pack is probably just as bad".

He chuckled, he didn't disagree with me so ha! "Need a ride to school?" He asked and fished his keys out of the key bowl. He drove a sleek black Jeep, while I owned a yellow punch buggy. Don't comment, I love it.
I honestly planned on driving myself to school and rocking out to my Demi Lovato CD, but I guess I could always do that in my brothers car.

And I did just that. Demi's song Mr. Hughes came on and I pumped up the sound and danced in the seat, singing every word flawlessly...ish. I love this song, not only that I was able to sing it pretty well, it was a hella catchy, but it also hit me right in the feels. Except where she says "I got a new man..." Yeah I don't got a new man so...I just kinda ignore that part.