In Trouble [hiatus]

Chapter 22 | Cut the crap, Cupcake.

IN TROUBLE 

Chapter 22: Cut the crap, Cupcake.

"Hey are you and Izek okay now?" Nate asks me curiously as we resume our jogging. 

Oh, you wouldn't wanna know big brother.

I clear my throat awkwardly and Nate shifts his gaze onto me. "Um not exactly..."

He twists his lips and raises one of his eyebrows. "What about the cupcakes? What did he say about it?" My eyes widened, I shoot him a sheepish smile. "I—I didn't—he was sleeping." 

"You were relieved that he was sleeping, weren't you?"

It's not fair that Nate knows me so well, so unfair. He knows me even better than my twin probably. He has always been like a twin to me more than Danielle. And that's weird. But it's not like Danielle and I are completely two different people will no connection at all. We have our unison and twin telepathic moments. It's surprising, but it's the hard true, I connect more with my older brother than my twin sister.

There was no point in lying anyways, so I answer truthfully. "Yeah..." We keep jogging, the slightly blinding sunlight peaking through the  thick canopy covering our heads. I stop and take a deep breath of the fresh, oxygenic air. It fills my nostrils and gives me a calm feeling at the pit of my stomach, a good feeling. The morning chill seeps into my skin like a river, giving me goosebumps on my arms.

I let my eyelids close and take another intake of breath. A small smile makes its way into my lips and I hear my brother chuckle lightly beside me. We were almost at the end of our run, all that was left were a few more kilometers to reach home. "Scarlett..."

I cringe at my full name, I don't know why, I've felt that it was a name that seemed fragile, like a name that could be one of Jane Austen's weak characters in his books... that's just my opinion. Yup, I'm definitely weird. 

"What is it?"

He pursues his lips, "You have to talk him whatever it is..you can't hide from him forever, you know."

I let out an annoyed groan and roll my eyes. "I know, I know! Heard it a like a thousand times." I start jogging again and shoot him a glance behind. "Now can we stop talking about this? Please?" I don't pause for an answer from him and announce, "RACE YOU TO THE TOP SHITHEAD!"

His eyes widened in surprise and starts sprinting immediately.

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I should've probably faked sick, after all. 

You know the feeling where you're hoping for nothing but to run away? The feeling where you can't face that one person whom you looked forward to see everyday when the sun rose shining all of its morning glory down on everyone. But all you did was and want was to see that one particular face which could brighten your day like a rainbow after a storm.