Twice The Trouble

Chapter 9: More Rivals

Sophia

"No, I don't know his name, and when hell freezes over, Sop!"

I gave a peal of laughter as my pretty blonde sister ranted about her supposed enemy.

It had been a few hours since we had arrived home from school, had dinner and did our homework. The clock on our bedroom wall read 8:54pm, and we were in our pajamas.

"But you mentioned he was handsome?" I goaded her while sitting on my olive-coated bed.

"Ugh," she groaned, combing her rich golden hair in front of her vanity mirror.

I stared at her from across the room. We were in opposite halves of the bedroom,after all.

"Well?" I urged, wearing a funny smile on my lips.

In contrast to my teddy-bear print pajamas, Stacy was dressed in a pink tank top and shorts.

How she bared with those skimpy garments in this chilly temperature, I had no idea.

"What's his damned face got to do with anything?" she ground out, still combing her hair.

"You didn't find him distracting?" I ventured and measured her reaction.

"Of course it was hard to concentrate!" Stacy's comb moved faster down her blonde strands.

She threw me a terse frown before flicking her eyes back on the wide mirror. She huffed.

"But I wasn't going to let his piercing blue eyes and fluffy brown hair prevent me from giving him a piece of my mind. You know me, Sop. I'm not as superficial as everyone labels me to be."

Her description of the guy made me freeze in my position. My feet dangled above the ground.

"What did you say?" I asked suddenly. "Brown hair? Blue eyes?"

Stacy's turquoise eyes narrowed into slits as she thought of the stranger she met hours ago.

Nodding her head, the blonde in pink nightwear slid her gaze towards mine. "Yeah. Why?"

"Was he about six-three, six-four? Fair skin, half-American, half-Asian?" I garbled.

Though I spoke in a rush, Stacy could effortlessly sort out my weird language.

Her eyes went wide. "Oh My God, Yes! Exactly like you said! But how..?..No," she gasped as both her hands clamped over her mouth.

"Ace, I think your door-slammer was Ladies_man321!" I exclaimed in shock.

"You really think so?" she cupped her chin, mulling over the possibility.

I nodded eagerly,still smarting from that horrid blind date at Starbucks a few days prior.

"Remember, I told you he was being flirted with by this pretentious girl? I heard her call him Bryce, so I guess that's his name?" I said to my sister.

"Hmm," Stacy hummed, now tapping her pink, full lips. She was studying her reflection.

Alarm bells kicked into gear inside my mind. I sharply aimed a warning look at my twin.

"Ace, what are you planning?" I demanded, my voice stern and motherly.

A coy smile spread across her lips. I recognized the playful glint in her blue eyes, the same glint that I always saw whenever she had another scheme in the making. Here we go again.

"Whatever are you talking about, sister, dearest?" she said, her expression sly and sneaky.

I shook my head and wiggled into a weird sleeping posture. It would take at least thirty minutes and forty different stances before I could surrender to sleep. I pulled up my sheets to my body.