TWENTY
panic, fighting, and flowers
Wednesday, April 2nd
"She saw."
The area between August's eyebrows was creased, his confusion plain as day. "What?" he asked, then went to turn around, but Isaiah gripped his shoulder and forced him to keep looking his way. "Isaiah?"
"Hide me," he whispered, and August faltered, the tension in his face evaporating. The blond sighed and remained in the same spot, trying to ignore the sun beating down on him. Isaiah pretended not to notice so he wouldn't feel so guilty.
August wiped the sweat beading on the bridge of his nose. "Isaiah, you do know that I'm shorter than you, right?"
"Oh God, she's walking over."
"For fuck's sake."
August turned around. Jordan was headed their way, hands picking at the strings of her hoodie, her fear of the sun nonexistent. Isaiah averted his eyes, kept them focused on anything but his sister. Which was hard to do when she wasn't yelling for once in her life.
"Isaiah?"
Please don't mention it, please don't mention it.
"Why aren't you on the field?" she asked, and Isaiah felt his whole body slump in relief. Yet he still couldn't get his mouth to keep up, so he was stuck trying to grab the words scrambling around in his brain and make them into one coherent sentence. It was proving to be difficult.
"He got hit with a ball," August lied. He smiled and held out his hand for Jordan to shake. "I'm August."
"Oh, you're August," she commented, nodding slowly in understanding. "I've heard about you. Nice to meet you, I'm Jordan. Isaiah's older sister."
August arched an eyebrow and glanced over at Isaiah, who still looked troubled, then back to Jordan. "I've been talked about? What did he say?" he questioned, grinning at Isaiah's quiet sigh of irritation. "It must've been about my a—"
Isaiah rammed his elbow into August's side. "Shut up," he hissed, and finally met his sister's gaze. His anxiety immediately came rushing back.
"You're alive," she stated, then pressed her hand against his forehead and lightly shoved. "I can tell you're freaking the fuck out. So, chill. I don't give a shit that you're kissing dudes, or girls, or hey, even both—"
"Jordan, please," Isaiah interrupted, facepalming. "Shut up."
She frowned. "You bully me and your boyfriend? How rude."
"He's not... Jordan..."
"August, you hearing this? He's a bully."
"Jordan!"
She flinched at the volume in her brother's voice and met his wide, teary eyes. Her face softened and she nodded in understanding. "Okay, okay, I get it. Not ready for gay jokes." She held her hands up in surrender. "But seriously, I don't care. And I don't think Mom and Dad will either. Dylan, on the other hand? Beware for gay jokes to the max, bro."
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Fiksi Remaja[This story will become free on DECEMBER 13TH, 2024] Isaiah always had his focus set on school and baseball, but when he meets August, he suddenly begins questioning more than just his lack of a social life. ...
