I'm Not Hungry

Six

"So?" Opal screeches. Damn you, Opal.

"I-uh...we...she...brother and sister...uh..." Ian stumbles over his words. I quickly jump in saving both of our asses.

"Chevy and Caleb are his siblings. They're both older than him but they moved out. They were getting annoyed with him and they decided it was time for them to leave. It's his fault. But I had the biggest crush ever on Caleb and this douche made him leave." I lie smoothly. I put in some truth so I'm not completely lying to her face. They were both older than him and I did have a huge crush on Caleb.

This is what I'm good at. Diverting attention from the truth, otherwise known as lying like a slick motherfucker.

"Exactly." Ian agrees. He's sweating and shaking all over. He can't lie to save his life.

"Oh, okay." Opal says. She believes that? That wasn't even halfway believable. Is she always this oblivious? I can tell when someone isn't telling the truth, instantly, and she can't? "Well let's leave. We have to get Belle back to her house. See you." Opal says, almost timidly. Ian nods,-still disoriented-tosses me a 'we're not finished' look and walks down the hallway towards the doors.

"Alright! To the front desk. I want out of here and stat." I demand. We laugh and begin to walk to the main desk, where three nurses are seated.

One older lady pushes her glasses onto the bridge of her nose. "How may I help you, dear?" She asks kindly.

Ivory pushes to the front of out little group and says to the little woman, "We need to sign our cousin out, please and thank you." The old woman, Barbara, nods and turns to a stack of papers. After sifting through the whole stack, she pulls out a file. My file.

Barbara takes out a single piece of paper and tells Ivory to sign it. I notice that for her last name, Abbrezianno, she puts hearts over her i's and, also, hearts rather than o's. Well, miss girly girl...

Once she was finished with her oh so detailed signature, the nurse took the paper back. "You're free to leave." She says to us. With that, I practically sprint out of the hospital, not wanting to be in that dreaded place for one more second than necessary. Soon after, the twins rush out of the bleach-white building, Ivory panting like a dog.

"Do you run at all?" I ask her. Ivory holds up a finger, signaling for me to wait.

"I don't run. Opal's on the track team. And the swim team, the basketball team, the soccer team, the volleyball team, practically every other god damn sports team. She even got on to the football team for crying out loud! Football is for guys!" She yells, still completely out of breath. Opal smirks and laughs at her expense." It's not even funny! You only play each one for half of what you're supposed to just so you can do another. Kind of like you do with guys." Ivory says, still gasping for breath like a fist out of water. But now she looks like she's getting ready to run once again. I don't think she'll need to though. Opal is just standing there in disbelief, her signature smirk now replaced with a very unsubtle 'O' shape.

"First, that football comment was highly sexist. Second, get in the car now, I want to leave." I say to the girl that is panting profusely in front of me. It has literally been more than five minutes and she still hasn't caught her breath. I mean, come on. Even I have more stamina than that.

After finally getting to the car, I stop dead in my tracks. Seriously? I know she's girly girl but not this much.

She seriously has a fucking Prius?

Oh hell no. I am not getting in that eco-friendly piece of crap, automatic motor machine. My Dodge is better than this thing, and mine has three seats and metal plates wielded everywhere. I voice my thoughts and Opal fake-gasps. "You refuse a ride in Ivory's shit wagon? Ivory! I give you full permission to push her off a cliff." Opal says jokingly. Though her way of going about this disturbed me, due to Monday's events.