So, I don't know if everyone agrees with me, but I just love Raysa's POV. She's so fun. I love writing her. Anyway, It's been a while since I've posted, so here it is. Let me know what you think. If you want to make a cover, you are so welcome to because I still haven't figured out how to. Of course, I'm going to try and figure it out, but that could take a while. Here you go:
“We only have, like, five classes together.” Ryan whines like a child, so used to having Ricky and I in all of his classes that he’s throwing a mini tantrum when he doesn’t get what he wants.
Laughing will only piss him off, so I just shrug, secretly pleased to have two classes without my two protective twins hovering over my shoulder. Maybe I can actually make a friend that’s, you know, a girl for once. The only friends I’ve ever had are the fighting boys, the ones that Ricky and Ryan have managed to find over the years. Otherwise, I’m at a loss for any female friends.
According to every female I know, though, that’s not a bad thing. While my brothers are just my brothers, they’ve been described as angels by a few unsuspecting victims. With the same white blonde hair as me and lighter, baby blue eyes, I know what the girls see when they describe them in such a way. They’re positively angelic, when they want something. Otherwise, they’re hell on wheel, complete assholes with no regard to anyone’s feelings, which is why they take my protection detail so seriously. They’d never want anyone to treat me like they treat the women they hang out with.
“If something happens, you know the call.” Ricky reminds me, a small smirk on his lips as he walks down the hall like he owns the place.
Let’s get this out of the way right now. My brothers aren’t what you’d call popular. Sure, angelic looks get them noticed, but bad attitudes and total disregard for the alpha male’s feelings, usually end in them fighting with the popular crowd. My brothers are all big and muscly, almost meaty in their size. We never actually had a group, though I knew that the boys sometimes hung out with the stoners and the gang bangers. Hell, half our friends are in one gang or another.
But that doesn’t mean we ever stayed in a crowd. The moment someone made a lewd comment about me or a naïve comment about fighting, the boys would break a nose and we’d be by ourselves again. It’s never really bothered me all that much, I know that they’re there for me no matter what, but it’s painfully obvious within these halls that we’ll fit in even less than before. In their designer duds, the population walks like they have the world at their fingertips, which I don’t doubt.
I can smell the political intrigue in the air and am betting that half the people here are someone famous’s relatives. Maybe not sons and daughters, but nieces and nephews, grandchildren, that sort of thing. It’s really good that we don’t scare easily.
“Intros are the hardest part, Ray-Ray. It won’t take long, let us talk the most, and you’ll be fine.” Being the center of attention is a big no-no for me. I don’t like doing speeches, introducing myself, or anything that involves a crowd of people staring at me for longer than not at all. The boys know this, which is why they’re my safety cushion. They take care of that sort of thing so I don’t have to.
“Alright.” I send Ricky a grateful look, wanting nothing more than to get this day over with. I can blend in like a pro, which means that, tomorrow, I’ll be able to go back to fading into the background, like it’s meant to be. Then again, it’s harder than it looks, especially with everyone in the hallway ogling us as we go by. Or maybe they’re just ogling the boys…
Silence seems to stalk us down the hall, conversations ceasing as we go by. Wide eyes take us in and then whispers erupt in our wake, which doesn’t make me feel any better about this school. Because those aren’t whispers that you hear when a new student comes in. Those are whispers that know something that we don’t. And it makes me nervous.
Ricky keeps an arm around me as he finds the right classroom, conveniently right as the bell rings. One last squeeze and he lets me go, straightening his back and glancing at Ryan, who just nods lightly. They don’t like to appear weak and that means I can’t either. Sure, they can show affection, but, when it’s game time, I have to be just as tough as they are, which is probably why I was given fighting lessons from Ro as a child. While other little girls were learning gymnastics or dance, I was learning how to throw an effective punch. Yeah, I’m no pansy either.
“Let’s do this.” Ryan throws me a wink, then pushes open the door, striding into the room like he owns the place. I follow, keeping my posture relaxed and my shoulders back. No one can know that I’m uncomfortable, no one can know I’m out of my element. Fake it till you make it, baby.
The class goes quiet as we make our way in, a few stragglers sneaking in behind us as we make our way to the professor’s desk in a line. Our steps match to a T, something we do without thought. We look a little like soldiers in enemy territory, which is kind of what we are, I guess.
“So, you’re our new transfers…” The professor is a young guy, maybe mid-twenties, with kind eyes. Someone who will probably be a teacher for many years to come. Or maybe his students will break him. They look pretty devious.
“Ryan, Richard, and Raysa Traverse.” Ricky offers, holding out the stack of schedules. Ryan steps back to give Ricky room, deferring to him in such a situation. Ryan is more of the action brother, while Ricky takes care of the talking and the information side of things. It’s a nice system. I’m the one who makes sure neither of them get themselves killed.
“Triplets.” The professor observes, taking in our appearances and our obvious relation. All of my brothers have the same white blonde hair as me, though Riley has the boys’ eye color and Ro has mine. Ro and I are the only ones with the dark, ocean blue eyes, which is why my boys think I’m his favorite sibling. Because we look so much alike.
“Yep.” Ricky offers a hand to shake and the professor goes through us each, shaking hands and nodding. I take his hand in mine and give it a firm shake, pumping three times before letting go. Long enough to be considered polite, short enough that I don’t have to touch him very long. I hate touching people I don’t know.
“I’m Professor Jackson, you can take a seat wherever you’d like.” He motions to the lines of chairs, which we turn to in unison.
I’m surprised to find that all the students have laptops or tablets on their desks, even though Ro did hand us each a computer last night, stating that it was for school work alone. He also warned us to take it to class, but I wasn’t expecting something like this. Hell, I haven’t even opened mine yet.
Either way, we start moving, Ryan sticking close to me when we see two seats together. Ricky nods to let us know he’ll be fine over by the door, where one of the other open seats sits.
My eyes flick around the room as I slide into my seat, automatically taking the seat behind Ryan. There are only about twenty students, with us, so it’s a small class. I’m sure the school is somehow famous for them, since most schools like this are. Small class sizes are a must when your children are spoiled brats. I’m not quite sure why, but I don’t question it, setting my bag between my feet and hooking my shoe through the arm hole like I always do. Can’t be too careful when you have your wallet inside.
The computer comes out next and I open it, glancing around to find a cocky bleach blonde guy staring at me. When I stare back, he motions to me disgustingly, pulling a snarl to my lips as I flip him off, not bothering to keep it a secret. If the professor wants to comment, I could ruin that asshole in an instant. How little they think of me.
The blonde just licks his lips and I scowl, turning to my computer and finding that it’s password enabled. That’s so like Ro, try to keep me out of a present he gave me.
I think for a moment, idly wondering what he would use as a password to my computer. Squirt would be too obvious, he likes to give us a challenge. Even if it is the nickname he and Riley use for me, it would be something with numbers too, which leads me to…
‘LittleSister#1’
I smirk in triumph when it opens, my brother’s sense of humor not lost on me. I call them by their numbers, so, more than once, he’s called me by mine. And, considering I’m their only little sister, I’m always number one.
A glance shows me that the boys are still trying to get into theirs, so I clear my throat softly, drawing their attention immediately, even as everyone else in the class ignores me. I give them a significant look, waiting for it to dawn on them. When it doesn’t, I roll my eyes and hold up three fingers, then four, pointing to each of them in turn.
That’s when it clicks and they start grinning like maniacs, mouthing ‘thank you’s before going to play on their computers.
I love my brothers.