“What do you mean part of my shirt?”
She held up half of the black tank top I’d been wearing last night.
“What the hell?” I shouted ripping it from her hand. “What is wrong with your brother? He has some kind of obsession with ripping my clothes off.”
“He’s got anger issues.” She shrugged.
“And he bites me.” The teeth marks from his latest bite visible on the inside of my thigh.
“He was a biter in kindergarten.” She told me. “He got sent home for school for it and spent a good part of first grade in timeouts too. I see he hasn’t grown out of it.”
“What went wrong between you three kids? I mean, Jimi and Nancy are completely normal. Then you have Spencer who is just...insane. Jameson is borderline psychotic, and then there is you...the little pixie sister that tattoos license plate frames on her neck.”
Emma shoved me inside the closet. “You’re not any better. You can’t even find your underwear.” She sounded like a damn child. I was waiting for her to stick her tongue out.
“Becauseyourpsychotic brother ripped them off like he was the hulk.” I pointed out and stuck my tongue out for good measure.
“We should go shopping.”
I was amazed out how quickly her mood changed. A moment ago she looked like she was going to kill me for saying her family was strange, and now she was cuddled beside me in a closet with her head on my shoulder.
“Yeah, we should go shopping. I need underwear.” I agreed. “Is he always like this?”
“Is who always like this?”
“Jameson, was he like this with all the other girls?”
“What other girls?”
“The ones he would sleep with. Did they have to go shopping all the time for clothing too?”
Emma looked over at me and raised her eyebrows. “Jamesonneverhas other girls around.”
“Huh?”
“He doesn’t bring anyone else around.” She repeated. “Besides Chelsea in high school, you’re the only other girl any of us have everofficiallymet.”
“Really?” I played with my ripped shirt in my hands hoping I didn’t appear too transparent. “I thought...I mean he used to be such a slut.”
“Maybe the first year after you left for college but we never met any of them and then when he started racing in the Busch series, it slowly trickled off and we never saw him with anyone. If he was with anyone, he kept it discrete.”
I just nodded. He wasn’t lying when he said he stopped sleeping around. Not that I thought he would lie to me about it but it made me feel better coming from Emma who spent nearly every day with him.
“Don’t tell him this,” she whispered and I don’t know why she was whispering. We were only sitting inches from each other and there is no one else in the room. “I think he’s falling in love with you.”
“I wish.” I stated sarcastically.
“No, I think he is. You should have seen his face when he saw Darrin talking to you the other day. He looked...jealous, like boyfriend jealous. I don’t know, I’ve just alwaysthoughthe felt more for you then friends. Now his actions are the same.”
“I’m not getting my hopes up.”
Before Emma could say any more, the boys came barreling through the door.
And if I thought we looked bad I was wrong...we looked like cover models compared to them.
Aiden’s blonde curly hair was just as bad as Emma’s was. You could tell he tried to tame it but it was still everywhere. He had no shoes or socks on and he was wearing Emma’s shirt from last night. But what really caught my attention wasbecausehe was wearing Emma’s shirt, and it was revealing about two inches of the curve of his hips, was the tattoo plastered across his lower abdomen that said: Mount Up.
I giggled.