Dreamstate

20- Chicken Bawk

"What are you looking at?" I jump and squeal as  Kailee  reaches for the iPad in my hands.

"Hey, you can't just read things without permission!" I try to reach for the tablet but she maneuvers herself so I somehow land on the floor. Lord have mercy, am I that uncoordinated? Psh, probably.

"Why is Dillon's brother emailing you?" Her wide eyes and accusatory stare makes me uneasy, but since the Test is being reinstated I can't blindly trust anyone anymore.

"That's none of your business." I glare at her. She's the one who insinuated horrible things in the hallway the other day, and I know she's apparently the good one but you dont just go around talking to people however you want and expect people to understand "how you are". No way no how.

"Of course it's my business." It looked like she wanted to say more but decided against it. "Why is he emailing you?"

"Like I said, it's not your business."

She smirks and if an evil glint was actually palpable to "the good twin" her eyes would be sparkling. "I'll tell Dillon before you do."

I smile, "do it. It'll save me the trouble of talking to him myself."

My careless response infuriated her, for a moment she just seemed dumbfounded. Then that sinister smirk came again. "I get it now. I totally get it." The cliche maniacal laugh bounces off the metal of each locker. "You act all innocent because you dont know." The iPad still in her clutch, she walks around me. I follow her movements in my own small circle. "You don't know who you really are to your parents, or to Dean, or to Dillon."

"I could care less whether I knew or not. I just want to go and finish my work. You people keep insinuating things you should and shouldn't know. Why are you even so interested in my life anyways? Did yours finally reached its maximum boredom capacity? Or are you just too lazy to get a life?" I'm so sick and tired of these people who think they know everything. Just leave me be! I've accepted my parents death, I've come to terms of where I am. I don't need lousy teens pushing odd ideas to bounce around in my head.

I'm fine.

"What's going on?"

"Tristan," I breathe out. He looks between  Kailee and I then steps up to me.

"You okay?"

"Of course she's okay," she scoffs.

I  stare at her for a moment just thinking...what the hell did I do to her?

"I wasn't asking you," Tristan  punches his words to her. She doesn't falter. Dillon appears right beside Tristan and  glances at each of us. We make eye contact. I can fall into his brown eyes again but the luster I saw in him before the realization of his brother, whom I'm assuming is named Dean thanks to Kaillee.

"We need to talk."

"Your brother emailed me and said we should get together to figure The Test out." It was probably not the smartest idea to just right out and say such things in front of  Kaillee and Tristan but what better way to find a rat than baiting it with its favorite?

Dillon glares down at me, I suppose he doesn't like the fact that I just blurted out information only for our ears, but we're definitely not going to figure this out on our own, and whether I like it or not Kaillee knows. I at least want one person I like to be a part of  this and lo and behold here he is standing next to me with Dillon beside him.

"Fine. What did he say?"

I look to the iPad in Kaillee's grip then to her. She glares at me even though all I did was look at her. I hold my hand out for it back, instead of handing it over the owner, she decides to just give it to Dillon.