Amelia forced herself to keep walking, despite wanting–needing–to go back and tell him that it was all a lie. That she had kissed him because she wanted to, and Olivia had nothing to do with it, although she had started out with the intention of protecting her sister’s interests.
She wasn’t even thinking about interfering until she had heard Kylie’s snooty voice early that morning outside their classroom, gossiping with a group of her minions eagerly hanging onto every word.
“Kylie! Guess what!” Minion #4 squealed, clattering up to the group in a cloud of perfume and breathless anticipation at sharing her piece of gossip. Amelia figured that she was a transfer–the older acolytes knew better than to squeal. “Ethan and Nikki broke up, and I heard that Logan and Olivia did too!”
Kylie paused mid-sentence and turned to fully face the her, slowly raising one dark brow. Taking this as a sign of approval and encouragement, the girl continued. “That means that they’re both free, and I saw Zoe walking in from the parking lot and she was looking for Ethan. Olivia isn’t here yet–she has college in the mornings.”
Kylie’s lips curved into a devious smile. “Perfect. Ladies, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and console Logan–I’m sure he is incredibly broken up over Olivia leaving him.” She sauntered away amid knowing giggles as the other girls dispersed as well, breaking off to go to their own lockers and classes. As much as they wanted to see the spectacle unfold firsthand, they knew gossip would spread like wildfire and they would get the details from their friends after class.
Amelia quickened her own pace, wanting to get to Logan before Kylie did. Wearing a much more comfortable and sensible outfit and shoes, she was able to make her way down to the other end of the school long before little miss high heels and a mini even made it down the stairs to the main level.
Logan’s locker was across and up a bit from hers, so it was easy enough to merely pretend like she was going through her stuff as she waited for the boys to show up.
Logan came first, his blue eyes alight with laughter as he darted through the crowd of sleepy high schoolers with Ethan hot on his heels. Amelia’s heart had skipped at beat. Even though they were technically brothers, the Kingston boys were alike enough in looks and personality to be brothers. Tall and broad shouldered, with golden locks and ocean blue eyes, they were the object–and target–of many a girl’s affections and attentions. Ethan played things more fast and loose, flirting indiscriminately, but Logan had always been more selective, preferring to stick with one girl.
That girl had been Olivia for nearly all of their senior year, until she had nonchalantly informed her twin that they had broken up. Liv hadn’t seemed that upset about it, but Amelia just knew that she was really pining over her lost love.
So she would look out for her ‘baby’ sister one last time and protect her dream of being Senior class Royalty.
The boys’ banter cut through her thoughts, bringing her back to the present.
“…Oh look! Here comes that bitch Karma now!”
Ethan’s taunting comment caught her attention, causing her to look down the hallway. Sure enough, here came Kylie, the clear click of her heels an ominous warning for oncoming traffic to get out of her way.
Amelia gauged the distance between Kylie and Logan, thinking fast and bracing herself, before she slipped across the hallway to stand in front of Logan.
“Don’t ask, just go with it,” she murmured, before sliding a hand up to grasp the nape of his neck and pulling his head down to cover his lips with her own.
He tasted like…peppermint and chocolate. Someone still has a weakness for chocolate mints, she thought with vague amusement before he recovered from his shock and began to respond. Then her attention was fully consumed by him, as he used lips, teeth, and tongue to take control of the kiss.
Amelia relaxed into his arms, momentarily forgetting about their audience or the impeding hurricane Kylie bearing down on them—until she struck.
“What the hell is this?” she screeched from nearby.
Amelia’s eyes fluttered open to meet Logan’s stormy dark gaze. For an infinite moment they stared at each other as energy sparked between them. Their wills met and clashed; blue to brown, male to female, yin to yang, speculation, curiosity, and pure undisguised sexual energy crackling between them like static electricity as they silently jockeyed for position in the age old battle of the sexes.
Amelia finally pulled slowly away, already missing the loss of his warmth and taste. Composing herself, she glanced haughtily over her shoulder. “Kylie, sweetie. If you have to ask, then either you need to retake Mrs. Harding’s Sex Ed class again, or we weren’t doing it right.” She drawled. “And let me tell you now, it definitely wasn’t option number 2.”
Even she was a bit surprised at the venom in her voice, but the other girl had been a social rival practically since elementary, and there was way too much personal and family history to even pretend to be cordial.
He remained quiet and tense behind her as she verbally ripped the other girl a new one, but he didn’t correct Kylie’s assumption that she was Olivia. Maybe he couldn’t tell…
“Well,” she said briskly, backing away before she did something she would regret, like kissing him again. “That was fun. Thanks.” Straightening her hair and clothes gave her something to concentrate on and an excuse to avoid meeting his bemused gaze.
Shaking his head, he finally found his voice as she picked up her book bag. “You’re welcome,” he said dryly. “Anytime?”
She managed to dredge up one last smirk and turned away without answering so he couldn’t see the tears in her eyes.
She smirked but didn’t reply, instead turning to walk away.
“Wait just a damn fucking minute.” His hand shot out to grab her wrist. “You mind telling me what the hell just happened here? I’m a little late to this party, for all that I was apparently the unwitting guest of honor!”
She rolled her eyes, adjusting the strap on her bag with a sigh. “Nice. Has anyone ever told you that you talk like a forty year old man?”
“I can’t help it. All that stupid SAT prep inundated my brain.” He defended himself automatically, before scowling. “Amelia! Dammit, I know you’re not your sister!”
Her jaw dropped. “You do? But–how?”
He licked his lips, still tasting her, his senses still filled with the lingering traces of her perfume, the feel of her silky skin. He wanted another taste.
“You tasted like raspberries and chocolate coffee. Olivia hates coffee.”
“Oh.” She seemed deflated for a moment, before she straightened and met his gaze defiantly.
“Look, I didn’t do it for you, okay? You were merely…at the right place at the right time.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire…a voice inside her head taunted. Still, she had started this, so she had to finish it–fast.
She couldn’t help the wry, self-mocking grin at the befuddled look on his face. “Sorry to disappoint you Golden Boy, but you were a means to an end, not the end itself.” She lied nonchalantly, patting him on the shoulder as she eased out of his arms.
“What?” he sputtered.
“Oh, don’t worry. It was very nice.” She assured him, knowing she was teasing but not being able to help herself. “Definitely live up to rumor and all that. It’s just that Olivia is my twin sister, and I would do anything for her. I know you guys broke up, but we have another week to go for high school. Which means that the ballots are not in for senior ball royalty yet. You know that being Queen is a life goal of hers, just like you know that the majority of the girls here are fickle and petty and would change their vote just to spite her one last time.” She shook her head. “You’re also a shoo-in for King, which means that any girl linked with you romantically is almost guaranteed a boost in votes and rating. Politicians have nothing on ruthless teenage girls on a rampage, as Hollywood has shown us.” She muttered, before looking up at him beseechingly. “Today is Monday. Friday is our last day of high school, ever. Saturday is Senior Ball, and then we graduate. Livy will be back for third period; her last college final was this morning. Surely you can pretend to be in a relationship for two more days.”
Logan frowned at her. “What if I was planning on asking someone else to Senior Ball?”
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, but again sense prevailed. “Seriously? Why would you do that, and who is left that would go with you? We live in a small town, Logan Kingston. Our graduating class is made up of the same people we went to elementary with, for crying out loud.” She threw her hands up in the air. “You know what? I’m done trying to explain this to you. Either you do it, or you don’t.” She turned away. “You better hurry up and get your books before you’re late to class. Ole’ Eagle eye is probably on a rampage.”
Shouldering her bag, she walked away without a backwards glance as Logan stared after her.