Falling In Love With My Identical

Chapter Three: The Room

Oliver López

My fingers fucking hurt. The pads are indented with deep, fine lines from my guitar strings and I watch as the blood circulates throughout them again. Rubbing my fingers looking up I see that everyone is looking at me since I suddenly flopped down in a chair. "Let's take a break guys. I'm sure y'all are tired. We'll continue in twenty minutes with those who don't have to leave," I say. The band has managed to learn two out of the three songs we're playing for the school carnival but we're yet to coordinate with the dancers for them to create a choreography.

I take a look to the back of the vast room where a wall of one-way glass separates the music and dance room, to see if the dancers are in there. The carpenter who installed the glass messed up, since it was supposed to block the musicians from seeing the dancers and allow them to see us but it's the other way around. They're in there alright and the curve of Aloha's hips in tight joggers catch my eyes. I scan the rest of her body and realize she's just wearing a sports bra that perks her full breast even more. I feel my boxers straining to contain me and after a few minutes I get up with a motive to go see her.

An amplified strum from an electric guitar sounds through the room as I reach midway across it, and I roll my eyes already knowing who it is. I glance at Raine and she apologizes biting on her lip to stifle her laugh. I know that a lot of our band members left the school and that we needed members, but Lex must have been damn desperate to choose her. She barely knows her chords and strums like her mission is to burst her strings. For a French man he really doesn't know to turn down somebody and tell them no. I see Raine remove the amplifier plug from her guitar and open her case. "Are you leaving early?' I ask her in hopes that she is since we don't need her that much for the third song. "Uhm yeah, I'm waiting for my friend. She said she'd help me carry this," she responds waving her hand toward her teal Fender electric guitar. I almost offer her my help, but loud chatter is welcomed into the room as the door pushes open.

Toby strolls in followed by Tracy and Lucy and he takes a seat in the chair I was just in, throwing his school jacket across the back and faces the band, giving me a nod. Lucy walks past me and turns through the row to go to Raine while Tracy stand near Toby looking everywhere in the room but at me. My mind is slowly forgetting what I was going to do earlier, and I approach her. Our eyes lock and I get the feeling that she's been hurt countless times in life and that I'll just add fuel to the fire. I remember me and Lucas talking earlier and what he said about the girl a few feet away from me. "Her brother was the fifth former who got expelled for slamming your brother's friend, Chance's head against a wall after he found his girlfriend with Chance. I knew him from both school and soccer camp and that's how I came to know Tracy. She was with him most days at soccer camp and those seemed like the only days he wasn't super irate. She's cheery and so sweet that she shared her lunch with me while I waited on my mother to bring mine. From what I know she's single right now, but she had a breakup recently or something," he said looking at me wondering why I care.

"Hi," her pouty lips say softly. She sounds and looks so fucking innocent and I feel an urge to change that. My subconscious is split into two right now, the devil encouraging my carnal thoughts and the angel reminded me of my voluptuous girlfriend. There's a spark between me and her though. It's like I can see heat waves between our bodies and maybe Toby can see them too because he has a huge scowl on his face, giving away his affection for Tracy. Her pleated khaki skirt hugs her waist but there's not much of a curve to her hips, reminding me of her age. I notice the loose fit of the white shirt under her burgundy jacket and figure that there are no sizes smaller to suit her little breast. I wouldn't mind if she were mine to play with. The works of my mouth would surely cause them to swell and the jiggle of her ass can make up for that anyways. I don't answer her, I just smirk and walk to where my guitar is positioned on its stand.