"He definitely wants to sleep with you," he taunts.
"Excuse me?" I look at him weirdly, "What are you even talking about."
"The way he touched your arm. That's what people do when they wanna fuck someone." He looks down at his paper and continues to...
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I wake up in my bed, and my alarm is screaming at me. I rub my eyes and groan, not wanting to get off my mattress. After forcing myself to get up, my feet hit the floor, and I made my way to the bathroom to start getting ready for school.
After a quick shower, I throw on my uniform and some black tights. I walk back into my bedroom and find my backpack on the chair near my vanity. I start checking it for everything.
I look in my mirror and decide to tie my hair up into a messy side braid. I do my regular makeup routine and finally decide I'm good to go. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head to the kitchen.
To my surprise, Sage is already downstairs sitting on a barstool. "Good morning, I made you oatmeal."
I squint my eyes at my brother from where I descend the stairs. "Why...?"
"Woke up early. Was bored. I'm feeling domestic," he responds, looking up from the phone he's scrolling through. He motions me towards the microwave and I step over to see some oatmeal in one of our ceramic bowls already waiting for me.
I grab the bowl and a spoon before taking a seat next to him. "Well, thank you."
Sage shrugs. "Sure. Are you going to Davis' party this weekend?"
I roll my eyes. "Noah is not my friend."
"I didn't ask that. I asked if you were planning to party."
"Why would I go?" I say, playing with the oats in my bowl. I really do not feel like eating.
"Why would you not? Everyone is gonna be there. You're gonna get major FOMO," Sage explains with a mouthful of food.
"Sage. Do you not remember what happened between us?"
"I do. It's not something I like to envision every time he's brought up. I don't want to know what my little sister—"
"Twin sister," I interrupt.
"—does behind closed doors," Sage finishes.
"You're worse," I mumble, staring at the bowl. "I don't know, I'll think about it. See how I feel."
I feel Sage staring at me so I slowly turn my head to meet his eyes. "What?"
"Eat your oatmeal, Lavender. Take a bite."
My brows furrow and I can feel my face heat up.
"Is this about last night? Because I—"
"Please, Lav. Just take one bite, please," he interrupts.
I sigh and scoop a spoonful of oatmeal. I blow on it before eating it and I can taste the cinnamon Sage added. "It's good, thank you."
I can see worry in his features as he examines my face. "You're welcome."
