Life With The Twist Boys

First Day

Two in one day whatt??! Lol
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“What do you think you’re doing?” Luke demanded as I waited outside the bathroom. I was still sweaty from my run with Michael and needed to shower before school. This time I remembered to bring shower shoes and my clothes, and was mentally preparing myself for the disgusting war zone inside.

“Waiting for the bathroom,” I answered. “I believe Zayn is inside.”

“I know Zayn’s inside. It’s his scheduled time to be in there,” Luke said, pointing at a piece of paper taped next to the bathroom door. He flicked his hair out of his eyes as he glowered at me. “I’m up next, so get lost.”

“There’s a schedule to use the bathroom?”

“Only in the morning,” Michael said, coming out of his room already showered and dressed. “With all of us trying to get ready before school, it’s kind of hectic.”

Zayn opened the bathroom door, and a wave of steam rushed out into the hall. He only had a white towel wrapped around his waist, and water droplets still clung to his sculpted shoulders and abs, making his skin sparkle.

“If we didn’t have an allotted time,” he said, trying to shake some water out of his ear, “Harry would be in there for hours trying to make himself look pretty.” Then he pushed past Luke, Michael, and I. “I myself don’t need much time because I was gifted with being naturally pretty.”

“Is there any way I can squeeze in?” I asked as I glanced over the schedule. The twenty-minute increments were booked all the way up until we had to leave for school.

Ashton poked his head out of the room he shared with Luke. “Has anyone seen my leather jacket?”

“It’s in your closet, idiot,” Luke told his older brother.

 
“Like on a hanger? How the heck did it get there?”

“Guys?” I asked.

“Your crap was all over the place and I couldn’t find my board.”

“Next time you decide to do a bit of spring cleaning, do me a favor—don’t touch the jacket.”

“Hello? Is anybody going to answer me?” I demanded, putting a hand on my hip. “I need to use the shower too.” 

“Should have said something earlier, babe,” Ashton said. “We could’ve shared my shower time.” He grinned at me before vanishing back inside his room.

Luke laughed at his brother as he slipped into the bathroom and slammed the door in my face.

“Try the one downstairs next to the little kids’ rooms,” Michael suggested. “They take baths at night, so there shouldn’t be anyone in there. Just watch out for all the bath toys. I’ve tripped on them before.”

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Once everyone showered, ate breakfast, and hurried to finish their homework at the last minute, Anne pushed us all out the door.

“Luke, leave that skateboard at home. If you ride it in the school halls again, you’ll get a suspension.”

 “But, Aunt Anne—”

“No buts. Harry, you got an F on your history paper. Star Wars does not count as a valid topic for most significant war in history. Apologize to your teacher and tell him you’ll rewrite it. Ashton, the women’s volleyball coach called and said if she catches you trying to sneak into the girls’ locker room one more time, she’ll make sure you fail gym class. Now get going,” Anne shouted from the porch. “Louis better not be late for his first day of school, or I won’t be very happy!”

The guys dumped their backpacks into the bed of the old pickup truck and started piling in. I stared at them from the side of the driveway, feeling like I was watching a picturesque scene from a movie. Everyone had so much personality, and I felt like I didn’t belong.

Even the truck had character. It had probably been a bright crimson color when it was brand new, but age and weather had worn it down to a dull red. One of the side mirrors was missing, and a headlight had been smashed in. I wondered how it was possibly roadworthy.

Javvad, who had taken more time than anyone getting ready because he showered last, ran out the front door, trying to avoid his mother’s scolding. He threw the car keys at Zayn, who climbed into the front seat. It didn’t take a genius to work out that he was the designated driver. Soon, everyone else had settled into their usual seats, and I realized that the truck was full. Javvad, Ashton, and Harry sat in the back, while Zayn, Luke, and Michael sat in the front.

“Um,” I began awkwardly, still standing on the grass, “where should I sit?”

 
“You could always walk,” Luke replied sarcastically.
 

I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him, but thankfully Michael came to my rescue. “Don’t worry, Louis. You can squeeze in up front. We’ll make room.” He smiled warmly from the passenger window.

“If that doesn’t work, we can always strap Harry to the roof. Nobody will care,” Zayn offered as he started up the car.
 

“If anyone is going to be strapped to the roof,” Harry shot back, “it should be you, Zayn. You take up the most room.”

“Nobody asked your opinion,” Zayn said, glaring at his younger brother in the rearview mirror. “Now come on, let’s go.”

Luke grunted in annoyance but scooted closer to Zayn. He didn’t look too happy about sharing the front with me, but I opened the passenger door and slid in anyway once Michael made some room.

During the twenty-minute drive to school, I received a crash course in Boys 101 and to sum it up, the Twist boys gossiped worse than the girls at my old boarding school. At first the car was silent, which was probably due to my presence, but soon the boys relaxed and carried on as if I wasn’t there. They talked about who was going to make track team this spring and who wasn’t. They discussed what they should wear to a party on Friday night and who was going to be there. But most of all they talked about girls: who was cute, which girl wore the perfect perfume, and who had the prettiest hair.

When they started talking about a girl named Veronica who, to use Ashton’s words, had “the perkiest pair of tits in the world,” I felt uncomfortable. Trying to tune the conversation out, I shrunk back into my seat and stared out the window. Please let us be there soon. Please be there soon!

But as the truck sped into the school parking lot, Zayn laughing like a little boy when the wheels screeched, I instantly regretted my silent prayer. Valley View High was three times the size of my old school. Instead of the green lawns and bricks covered in crawling ivy that I was accustomed to, it was an ugly, cement block building that looked like it was straight out of the ’70s. A banner hanging over the front entrance read: Home of the Tigers!

Staring at my new school, I decided that the sheer number of kids was making me nervous. A stream of students made their way toward the front steps, backpacks slung over their shoulders. Other people lingered in the parking lot; there was a group of guys tossing around a football, couples making out against cars, and friends talking in big groups.

“Out,” Luke demanded, even though Zayn was just swinging the truck into an empty spot. As soon as Michael and I slid out, Luke dropped to the pavement and tore off into the crowd. I tried to follow him with my eyes, but he disappeared in a matter of seconds. How was I ever going to find my way around this place?

The back doors slammed shut, and the guys grabbed their bags from the bed of the truck. I hung back, hoping someone would offer to show me around.

 
“Let’s get out of here before the fan club arrives,” I heard Harry whispering to Javvad as they brushed by me. 

Fan club??
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Here's another one I was bored so I did the next chapter - Lore xx