Twintastrophe

Jack: The Streetracer and The Adrenaline Junkie

Amelia above! 

"Holy. Shit."

I don't think I've ever smiled so much as I did when I got the chance to run my hands over the leather seats of Keith's car. The jock smirked at my actions, shaking his head absentmindedly. 

"Where did you get this car?" I investigated, letting my fingers skim the dashboard of the red Lamborghini Veneno. 

Hitting the breaks as we approached a red light, he drummed his long fingers on the steering wheel. Momentarily distracted by the action, I gaped at his fingers before snapping my attention back to the dashboard, patting it affectionately to hide my thoughts. 

He has nice fingers. My face burned at the thought and I slumped into the seat, my hair curtaining my face.

"I won it," he spoke. For a second I just nodded, not interpreting his words until later. 

"Wait," I started, looking up at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean 'you won it'?" 

He grinned at the reaction, eyes focused on the road as he pressed his foot on the gas, demonstrating what he meant by narrowly missing an angry cab driver and swerving quickly out of the way of a truck. "I mean I won it."

I tried to make sense of what he just said. "You...you mean you're...?"

Smiling at me out of the corner of his eye, he began whistling an unfamiliar tune as he parked in front of a large field. Keith jumped out the car and jogged to my side, holding the door open for me like the gentleman he is. Rolling my eyes, I ignore his hand and heaved myself out, taking in the scenery. Herds of people crowd around on the field, some talking, making out or swaying to the ear-numbing sound of Surrender by Cash Cash. They all surround a makeshift racetrack that is decorated by with strings of Christmas lights that give it an oddly festive glow in the darkness of the night. 

Both girls and boys were dressed almost head to toe in black leather, many provocatively but some look pretty badass. I tugged on the end of my skirt, feeling undressed and short like a painfully awkward turtle in a sea of baby giraffes. 

"Do you like it?" I jumped, feeling Keith's warm breath danced past my ear. 

"Um...yeah, it's cool-"

"Yo, Speed Racer, who's the hottie?" I was interrupted by a wiry but cute boy with shaggy, ash gray hair and teal blue eyes that widened at the sight of me. "No way! Addison?" 

I blinked, making a mental note to ask my sister just how many friends she had made. "No, I'm Jack, Addison is my twin sister." The boy's face flamed and he glared at Keith who stood chuckling next to him. 

"That's...cool," he stammered, obviously humiliated by his mix up. "Sorry, it's just that Addison is in my Economic History class and she partnered up with me and she-" Noticing he was rambling, he groaned, looking annoyed by Keith rambunctious laughter. "This is why I dumped your sorry ass. You're so unsupportive."

Keith rushed to explain himself, seeing the amused but confused smile settle on my lips, "I'm bisexual." 

My eyebrows furrowed and my eyes darted from him to the shaggy-haired boy who had jutted out his hip as he waited for a response. By the shock that overtook their face, I could tell that I had not responded the way they expected me to.

"Was I not supposed to know?"

Keith's jaw dropped and he blinked. Seeing that he was incapable of uttering a word, Shaggy spoke for him. "You knew?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's pretty obvious. You behave the same way physically with your male and female friends, you smile affectionately at the shy boys who blush whenever they come in contact with you and your friends come to you for relationship advice," I giggled at the pure awe written on both their faces. "You hang around my locker a lot. Plus, I'm good at observing."