Bad Luck Charm
Bad Luck was the center of my life, from being a seventeen year old loser to not even having a boyfriend, that is until he came into the bookstore.....wait is that his girlfriend? More
My cheeks turned scarlet again. Drea didn't seem like the type of girl whom you'd tell that you were trying to blend in with the floor. Wes didn't help me out with this one. In fact, he looked just as curious as Drea did, forcing me to come up with an answer on my own.
"Um, I was too embarrassed?" I replied, phrasing it like a question that needed Drea's permission. Ugh, I hated when I up-talked.
Drea just shrugged. "Whatever. What'd you just say, Liz? Oh, I know. I hate that." She stood up. "C'mon, Wes. The chick's okay, and I still have to find my other summer reading book. Do you remember who wrote it? Eh . . . Eh . . . Eh-something Brontid?"
"Emily Bronte?" I suggested. The only reason I was able to figure out that this was the person Drea was talking about was because earlier, she mentioned that Wuthering Heights was her other summer reading book. And I happened to know that Emily Bronte wrote it.
"Yeah." Drea gave me a look. "Thanks. C'mon, Wes. I have to get home. Jake's picking me up at six."
Whoa. Wait. Was Drea telling her boyfriend that another guy was picking her up at six? Unless some deranged parents had named their daughter "Jake," telling your boyfriend that you were going out with another guy did not seem like a good idea. Maybe it was just me, but I didn't think a boyfriend would want to know when his girlfriend was cheating on him.
I guess I was glaring disgustedly at Drea because she suddenly looked offended and defensively asked me, "What? God, you're looking at me like I bitch-slapped you or something!"
Wes started sniggering.
"Oh. Um. I dunno. I guess I just think it's weird that you're telling your boyfriend that you're going out with another guy. But I mean hey, if he doesn't care—" I was cut off when both Drea and Wes burst into uproarious laughter.
"You think he's my boyfriend?" she cried, laughing so hard tears welled up in her eyes. But of course, she didn't cry because that could screw up her makeup. "Did you hear that, Liz? That chick thought Wes was my boyfriend!"
Well. At least they didn't have a crappy relationship.
"I'm not her boyfriend," Wes explained, stating the obvious. Obvious by their reactions, I mean. "I'm her brother. Twin brother, actually."
Oh. My. Gosh. I was an idiot. I was a freaking idiotic moron who never deserved to go out in public again. My face turned twenty different shades of red as I stood there, wishing that I'd decided to pretend I was dead after all instead of standing up when Wes put his hand on my shoulder. How do you mistake a brother and sister? Twins, nonetheless? Sure, fraternal twins could look completely different from each other, but still. How had I not seen any resemblance? Because now that I knew they were related, I saw similarities in their eye color, the shapes of their faces, and their noses. I assumed they might even have the same hair color, except Drea's was clearly dyed platinum blonde, so I wouldn't know.
"Oh. Well. I'm just gonna go crawl into a hole now," I mumbled, keeping my eyes turned downward.
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