Page 17 of Play With Me
“Nothing.”
She snorts so loud the birds twitter at her and a rodent scurries around the bushes.
“Liar. Something’s going on. You have that look about you.”
“You know, my twin should be the one who can read me best. How is it you?”
“Because I’m cool like that.”
She grins at me, and I toss a clipped vine at her. It lands on her head, and she bats it away, stuffing it in the garbage bag.
“Are you still seeing Xochitl?”
“No,” I sigh. I’ve completely forgotten about her. Annoyingly. She has been replaced.
“So, who is it, then?”
“You won’t leave it alone, will you?”
She waggles her eyebrows at me, and I snip another vine aggressively.
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Well, sorry, but you have to. Keeping this a secret isn’t an option. If you wanted to keep secrets, you should have been born into another family.”
That makes me snort, and I toss another leafy vine at her. This time, she catches it and stuffs it in the garbage bag.
“Fine, there is someone. But Idon’tlike them.”
She cocks her head. “Why not?”
“They’re cocky and annoying. And won’t leave me alone.”
“What makes them cocky and annoying?”
“Their entire personality,” I huff.
That makes her laugh, and then she takes the clippers from me. “You look like you’re going to stab something, and I don’t want it to be your leg again.”
“That was one time.”
“One time too many. So, who is it? And don’t think I missed the pronouns you used.”
I groan and peer over at her. I know she won’t care. None of my family will. The problem is they’re nosy as fuck and will have a million questions I can’t answer. I don’t even know what’s going on myself.
“Fine. It’s a guy.”
She gasps and then does a small jig where she’s standing. “I knew it.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“No, I didn’t, but I had a feeling. And my feelings are always right.”
“They’re really not.”
She tosses a branch at me, and it nicks my arm.
“Ouch! I’m bleeding.”
