Twice The Trouble

Chapter 42: Not A Date

Sophia

I had briefly stomped my foot on his, eliciting a girlish yelp from him.

He hopped on one foot while the other was suspended mid-air with his hands around his shoe.

"Ow! What's with the violence, Ya?" Lucas complained as he hopped in one place.

"Because of you, my prof called me out in class for being noisy," I accused him.

The tall black-haired male wiggled his left foot in the air before putting it down on the floor.

He slid his brown eyes to mine, and he threw me a smile. "You never get in trouble."

"Don't text me in the middle of class!" I told him, flailing my arms up and down.

"Okay. Okay. Just chill," said Lucas as he grabbed my wrists and lowered my arms.

My brown eyes dilated in surprise when I felt another vibration from inside my gray vest.

I shot Lucas an accusatory glare,t o which he crossed his arms in an "X" shape, like a shield.

"Don't look at me, Ya. My hands are free." He then dropped his arms as I fished out my phone.

From: Your Beautiful Sister

Sop, where are you?? I've been standing outside my building for ten minutes and you know I hate waiting around. I'm surrounded by creeps here.

A soft chuckle echoed from my chest, and I began to jab at my phone's keyboard,typing a reply.

"What the--" Lucas snickered as he hovered over my shoulder, peering at my phone's screen.

I felt my cheeks burn. "It was her idea!" I used my humiliation to mask the real reason I was blushing. He was standing so close to me, I couldn't suppress the red that invaded my face.

After hitting SEND, telling Stacy that I'd see her soon, I pocketed my white phone into my vest.

I looked at Lucas and told him: "We better go. I always meet up with my twin after school hours so we can ride home together. She hates it when I ditch her through text message."

He fell into step beside me and shrugged one shoulder. "Let's go, then."

When we arrived at the Fine Arts Building, the two of us spotted Stacy flocked by her admirers.

I stole a glance at Lucas' reaction--He was frowning and his eyebrows were scrunched together.

For some inexplicable reason, my heart constricted at the sight of his jealousy. I faked a smile.

"Don't be so green-eyed," I whispered to my friend, nudging him. "Stacy loathes clingy guys."

At least that's what she told me before. I need to be careful with my tips and advice.

Lucas nodded at me and tried to look more casual and unfeeling. I stifled my laughter.

"Stop laughing!"

"I-I'm not laughing," I fibbed while we walked towards my blonde,blue-eyed sister.

"You're a horrible liar, Ya."

I didn't respond because we were already in front of Stacy, who was rebuffing a guy's invitation.

"Don't you know when to quit?" she hissed at Mark Domingo, her obstinate ex-boyfriend.

Mark pressed his palms together, staring pleadingly at my sister. "One date, Stacy. Please."

"No."