“Yeah. They’ve got some snacks, books, and some random school supplies you might need and even some school-branded clothing.”
I sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed. “Let’s go.”
“Right now?” She sits up too, her long dark hair falling all around her.
“What else are we doing?” I slip on my flip-flops. Maybe I can snag us some matching shirts. I felt like such a jerk yesterday after Levi, Zeke and I’d got shirts and left Erika out. I mean, I know she doesn’t want to be branded like us, but I felt rude for not including her. I’m going to fix that.
She puts her Kindle on her side table and heads to the bathroom. She comes out a few moments later wearing a too-big-for-her shirt over the baby tee she was lying around in. She slips on her sneakers and pulls up her thick dark hair in a tight knot. I never get why she always does that. She has the prettiest hair I’ve ever seen.
I grab my phone and purse and we head out. Everyone turns and stares in our direction. You’d think the novelty would be over by now. I get it. They want to see who snagged the Audley twins. What I don’t understand is that by now they’ve seen me multiple times, so why the continuous stares? And this time, I swear, a few are trying to sneakily take pictures of Erika and me. Just in case, I double-check my clothes to make sure I don’t have stains on them or that I don’t have toilet paper stuck to my shoe. I’m starting to feel self-conscious and that’s not something I’m used to. I put those thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on the task at hand.
We head down the stairs and exit out the doors. It’s midafternoon and I wonder what we’ll do tonight. Levi and Zeke hadn’t mentioned anything in particular, but I’m sure they’ll be over soon enough. They want to be around me all the time but also at a safe distance so they don’t take what they think I’m not ready for. I’m so ready for this virginity to be gone, though it has been fun teasing them and watching them get worked up. From the hard-ons they are always trying to mask in their pants, I know I’m not going to be disappointed when I really get to explore them for the first time. I just have to figure out how to get them to stop resisting.
“Is it just me or are people staring more than normal?” I ask Erika. They’re not just looking anymore either. They’re whispering.
“Yeah. Probably talking about that Snapchat of you that’s going around.”
I stop walking to look at her. “Snapchat?” I know the app, but I don’t use it. The boys and I message on our phones.
“Yeah. You haven’t seen it?” Now she’s looking at me like I’m crazy.
“I don’t have Snapchat. Levi and Zeke said no one needs to be following videos of me.” They always say that I’m pretty enough without adding filters. I roll my eyes. “I tried to download it anyway, but it won’t work. I’m pretty sure Zeke did something to block it on my phone.” He’s way too good with technology. It’s annoying and hot all at once. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but I long ago stopped questioning the things they make my body feel. I just go with it. I know that they always have my best interests at heart.
She lets out a laugh but doesn’t act shocked by my comment. I’m guessing she’s getting used to them, too. She clicks away on her phone and pulls it up.
On her phone is a clip of Levi carrying me across campus over his shoulder with Zeke right behind us.
“Damn, my ass looks good.” I glance up at Erika. “They are never going to let me have those shorts back now.” What a shame. Maybe Erika and I can plan a sneak operation to retrieve them one night. I smile, thinking that might actually be really fun. I have plenty of ideas of how I could occupy Levi and Zeke while Erika retrieves my shorts.
“Probably for the best,” she laughs. “You do have a nice ass.” She nods, glancing at my butt.
I look over my shoulder at it and nod in agreement. I hadn’t really noticed until the video. “Come on. I want some snacks. Maybe they’ll make my ass look even better,” I joke.
“Not sure that’s how that works, but I’m so down for testing the theory.”
We walk into the bookstore and stroll the aisles. Eventually, I find the book I need and we move toward the school shirts.
“Let’s get matching shirts.” I glance to Erika, who raises an eyebrow at me.