The confrontation

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I tried blowing Lucas off, but he sent countless of voicemails. I knew it was a matter of time before I had to face him, before I could fuck up our brother-sister- relationship  anymore.

I invited Raquel over to distract me. "Ugh! Summers over, and its still 100 fucking degrees in dear beautiful California," she whined.

She jumped on my bed with her body laid all over my grey covers. "I just want to be able to wear fall warm cozy clothes already."

Raquel was really into fashion, but she gets over a style to quickly. One minute she'll be spazzing over cute summer clothes, and the next minute she'll be throwing out all her summer related clothes, she spent time to thrift on.

"Mhm,"

I lamely responded for the tenth time. She instantly got up from her position, looking up at me with a confused expression.

"Hey! You're acting more quiet and less opinionated then usual. What's wrong?"

"Mmm nothing important."

I ignored eye contact with her, and looked threw my closet to see if I had enough clothes for school starting.

"Hazel Marcella Armstrong! What has made your panties in a twist this time."
Its so hard keeping stuff from Raquel. She knows me too well. She was drinking her nasty sparkling water she knows I hate.

I embarrassedly clapped my hands over my face so I wouldn't have to look at her reaction when I would tell her. "So I sorta kinda may have lowkey might have hadsexwithLucas!" I blurred out my mouth.

This made her spit out her La Croi or whatever the fuck that craps called, out her mouth.

"Lucas as in your brothers best friend. The same who you always had sleepovers with and spent all summer with. Also known as one of the hottest well-liked SENIOR guys in the school."

"Ok gross, clean that off my carpet now! And yes I might've accidentally had a drunk one night stand with that same Lucas who I used to take showers with when I was three," I confirmed.

"Well shit girl. The most exciting things Ive done this summer, was with you three, and can't forget, hooking up with my bosses son."

"I still can't believe you only popped the poor kids cherry to get back at your boss for making you work on your birthday."

"Hey! Thats real rich coming from you babes, I still cant believed you did the deed with your brothers best friend without telling me. Plus I would hardly call him a kid. He's a grade older than us."

"Okay Raquel,"

Suddenly I heard a knock on my door making me jump up and scream unattractively.

"Can I come in?"

"Shit thats Lucas!" I whisper yelled at Raquel. "Well let him in you buffoon!" She whisper yelled back. I cleared my throat. "Come in!"

"Its me Hazel, we need to talk. Alone." He said that last part glancing at Raquel. She whistled lowly with her hands in her pockets. "Well I'll leave you too alone. Just remember I'm watching you." She pointed her fingers at her eyes and then back to Lucas.

"We need to discuss what happened that night Haze." He looked like he hasn't been sleeping.

"I agree."

"Yet you've been blowing me off..." He confronted. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, its just taking me some time to process this."

"Look Hazel. I don't want this to ruin how I feel about you. I love you like of you were my own sister. That was just a drunken confusion. C-can we just please forget this ever happened?"

"What ever happened?" I asked already playing along. "Good then. We're on the same page." Before walking out he kissed my forehead, towering over me.'c a simple gestures he would always do, but for some reason this time if felt different.

I gave a reassuring smile and nod with my arms crossed.

Right when I knew he was gone for good, I sat on the corner of my bed and sighed, noticing Raquel peeking over beyond my door.

"I heard every single word of it." I laughed and threw a pillow at her. "At least everything should be normal eventually, right?" She curiously asked trying to make it sound fine.

All I could do was nod.

Even though I couldnt help but have a little part of me feel a pang of disappointment....

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