The moment the last bell of the day rang, Lucas bolted through the doors, on his way to the studio. En route to the subway, he took out his cell phone, and texted his boy Devin.
wht up?
After a few seconds, Devin responded, Jst got n frm schl
u wont bleve wht hppned 2day
wht
u no dat chck Ros frn
da 1 n strbks
yep. she got a twin!
WORD! Devin responded back in capital letters.
da 3 of us n da sme clss
word?
yep. i dissd her n strbks cz i thgt she hd dissd me, whn it ws her sster who dissd me
wht u gonna do now? U gonna date ’em both? Devin asked, spoken like a true player.
naw man! i gots 2 tell her im sorry. ddnt get a chnce 2 tll her n schl 2day.
u get her #
naw. 2 many nosey pp lsntin 4 me 2 ax
wht u gonna do
try & ctch her b4 clsses start 2mor
let me no wht hpns
k. ttyl
k
Lucas locked his phone and slid it back into his pocket. As he walked to the train station, he couldn’t get the twins out of his mind. They were both drop-dead gorgeous, except one was down-to-earth, and one had her head so far in the stratosphere, that she thought that she was a star! He was so stunned by them, that he didn’t even get a chance to ask the one in his chemistry group her name. He wanted to strike up a conversation after class, but Sid, the geek of the group, had her cornered, telling her not to forget to bring her homework assignment. They had caught each other’s eye, but it wasn’t the right time to get personal; besides, they both had another class to rush off to.
Kennedy was in her room working on the hypothesis for chemistry, but her mind kept wandering. She had caught Lucas giving her the eye, and couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. He rushed out of class so fast that she didn’t get a chance to flirt with him, not that she knew how to. At least now he knows that I have a twin, and I’m not a part of Reagan’s superficial crew, she thought. Just as she was busy typing up her assignment, someone knocked at her door.
“Come in!” she yelled.
Reagan opened the door, waltzed in and looked around as if it were her first time in Kennedy’s room. Unlike her girly-girl room with bright colors, posters of the latest boy band, and pictures torn from the pages of Vogue and W taped to the wall, Kennedy’s was totally different. Her room was painted in muted tones of dove gray and white. Instead of the latest fashion spread, she had posters touting, World Peace, Save the Environment, and End Hunger. There wasn’t one, not one picture of a boy anywhere in sight, not even the singer Mario, who was a complete BABE!
“What do you want?” Kennedy asked, as she watched her sister survey her room.
“Why do I have to want anything?”
“’Cuz you never come in here. So you must want something.”
“So…” Reagan began, and then took a seat on one of Kennedy’s twin beds. “What’s with the new look?”
I knew she wanted something. She wants to know why I changed my hair, and bought new shoes, Kennedy thought as she studied her sister. “What new look?” she asked, toying with Reagan.
“You know—the hair, shoes, purse,” she said cryptically.
“Yeah, what about ’em?”
“Look, Kennedy, why are you being such a wise ass? I’m simply asking, that’s all,” Reagan said, getting fed-up with her sister’s smart comments.
“You never cared what I looked like before. All you cared about was that me and my ratty army jacket stayed far away from you and your designer-wearing friends.”
“Speaking of the army jacket, what did you do with it?” she asked, totally ignoring Kennedy’s comment.
“Why?”
“Because it was Uncle Percy’s, and I wouldn’t want to see it tossed out. He did serve in Vietnam with that jacket,” Reagan said.
“Wow! I’m shocked you even know that. I thought you hated the jacket,” Kennedy said, surprised that her sister knew some family history.
“I don’t hate that jacket. It bugged me that you had to wear it every single day, like some sort of badge of honor.”
“It was an honor to wear it. I mean our uncle nearly lost his life in Nam. I guess I was wearing it as a tribute to him.”
“So why’d you stop?” Reagan asked, getting back to the original question.
“I have my reasons,” was all Kennedy said. She and Reagan hadn’t had a civil conversation in forever, and Kennedy was beginning to warm up to her sister, but she should have known that Reagan had ulterior motives for asking about the army jacket.
Reagan put her hand on her chin. “Really? What are they?”
“I should’ve known that you didn’t care anything about the jacket. You only want to get in my business.”
Reagan sprang off the bed. “You don’t,” she pointed her finger in Kennedy’s face, “have any business that would interest me. I was merely trying to make conversation.”
Kennedy wished that that were true. She wished that she and her sister were close like twins were supposed to be, and that she could tell Reagan about the crush she had on Lucas, but she couldn’t. Kennedy didn’t trust Reagan. When they were in elementary school, before the sibling rivalry was in full effect, Kennedy had a crush on a boy in their class, and the minute Reagan found out that the boy was interested in Kennedy, she set out to win him over. Reagan eventually won his affection, and the whole incident had left Kennedy devastated. From that point on, Kennedy distanced herself from Reagan, and never confided in her sister again.
“Look, Reagan, if you wouldn’t mind,” she gestured toward her computer, “I have to get back to work.”
“Whatev!” Reagan flipped her long hair to one side, and stormed out.
Now all I have to do is make sure Lucas likes me, before Reagan gets her claws into him, Kennedy thought, before getting back to her homework assignment.