Page 13 of The Trophy

I look into Bay’s eyes, an exact mirror of my own. “I’m in trouble.”

Bay squeezes me tighter. “Don’t worry about Dispshit. If he bothers you again, I’m going to?—”

“I’m not worried about Jon,” I admit. “But seeing him again made me realize something.”

Bay lets me go, tucking a strand of my long hair behind my ear. “What is it?”

I sigh. “I thought I loved Jon, but I was wrong. And it’s really scary because all the feelings I thought I had for him were nothing compared to…”

She finishes that sentence for me. “To what you’re starting to feel for Cash, Blaze and Luca.”

CHAPTER 3

DISNEY PRINCESSES AND COFFEE

LAKYN

Some days blow.

Have you ever had one of those days when you wish you could go back to bed and hide from the entire world?

When everything you touch turns into shit like a reverse Midas touch?

Today is one of those days for me, hands down.

First off, my alarm didn’t go off and I have an early class followed by a double shift at the library.

Last night I was so worked up with everything that happened with Jon that I stayed up way too late discussing everything with Bay.

We must have fallen asleep while talking and maybe I forgot to set the alarm in first place. One thing I know for sure is that I forgot to take off my contact lenses and that’s the second thing that goes horribly wrong.

Have you ever tried to open your eyes after sleeping with your contacts in all night?

My eyelids were practically glued together and when I finally managed to open them, it hurt like hell.

The contacts must have dried my eyes and my eyeballs are so sore I can barely keep my eyes open.

Taking those fuckers out was a real challenge. When your eyes are dry, the contacts want to stay put and even grabbing them is difficult.

Let’s not even talk about how red and bloodshot my eyes looked in the mirror. I look like an extra for a vampire movie.

There’s no way I can wear contacts today, so I grab my glasses and put them on.

The guys are playing USC on our own turf tonight and I wanted to look pretty at the game; the odds aren’t in my favor judging by my reflection in the mirror.

I guess we’ll find out if they still like me when I look more like the old me. I might ask Bay to help me with hair and makeup later though.

Is that shallow? Maybe. I don’t think it would really matter to Cash, Blaze and Luca if I’m wearing glasses or makeup. However they never noticed me before Bay gave me a makeover, despite having seen me at the library countless times.

In a way, if my old looks are a deal breaker, that should help me choose, right?

I would feel like crying if my eyes weren’t drier than the Sahara Desert.

I stumble back into my bedroom, tiptoeing to pick an outfit without waking Bay.

My twin sister fell asleep by my side and I take a long look at her sleeping form.

Bay and I are totally identical, except for a few things. Of course she’s way more social and into makeup, clothes and sports, while I’m more reserved and into books. There’s her crazy obsession with spicy food when I play it much safer when it comes to what I put in my mouth. The third difference is that we sleep in totally different positions; I sleep on my stomach with my arms under my pillow and one leg bent at a weird angle. I often wake up to find drool on my pillow.

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