Megans POV
Walking into Sloans room, she was sprawled around, looking through her phone. She was avoiding looking me in the eyes. She knew she was going to get bitched at for blind sighting me with a blind date.
"Sloan." I called, sitting on the couch beside her bed. She could tell I was upset with her. Although I wasn't as mad at how it turned out. I was still buzzing from what happened just a few minutes ago.
"How pissed are you?" She asked slowly from the bed. She looked over at me, and relaxed when she realized I wasn't as pissed as she expected me to be. Don't get me wrong, I was pissed. Just not about the fact that she brought a guy over for me. It's that she didn't think to tell me.
"Why'd you bring him? I thought this was supposed to be a special night between the two of you." I said lightly. I was going to enjoy tormenting her with this. I just didn't know how to yet.
"Well, Chase asked me if he could come, and I knew you would be here, and he seemed nice enough."
"I'm not interested in any guys Sloan." Which was true. O was interested in someone, but it wasn't a guy. I was still a bit blurry on whether or not Skye and I were actually dating. I know how she can be with the whole dating thing, but she told me I was different. And it felt different.
Like, seriously. I've seen quite enough of Skye making out with Bailey. And a whole other array of girls. She was fast and eager to get whichever girl she was with out of her pants. Or into them. She had no restraint. But I felt it when she kissed me. Oh, God how I felt when she kissed me. No silly fake daydream could ever amount to what I felt when she kissed me.
She made my head rush, and body melt. Especially when she controlled herself from going any further than what I was ready for. That's how I was different. She actually cared about how I felt. With the other girls, she was only interested in getting what she wanted. But with me, she was interested in what I wanted. I wanted to talk about this with my best friend, and how I was feeling, but what's so hard about it, is that I know I can't.
***************
Is school supposed to feel different when you're having a secret affair with your best friends sister? Because it sure as hell does.
Sitting here right now, in first period, I was no longer concerned with Evan, or what rude comments he would send mine or Sloans way. I was no longer dreading the fact  that it was Monday. I was focused on the small stolen glances I would share with Skye.
Whenever her eyes met mine, it made my mind swirl. I was finding it hard to stay focused on the latest drama and gossip that Sloan was spewing out.
Like come on, how does she know all of this already? It was barely first period.
"Oh, don't look now." Sloan mumbled, nodding her head to the side. I heard his voicd before I saw him.
"Hello ladies." Evan said, pulling a chair up to our table. Does he always have to torture me? Doesn't he understand that he's a fucked up sociopath? I guess not, people aren't typically aware of their own mental state.
"Go away fuck tard." Sloans words matched my thoughts perfectly. I never answered Evans attempts to get a rise out of me. It was hard, keeping how he affected me at bay. Every time I looked at him, I would get sick to my stomach. But the I would look over at Skye, and she would smile sweetly at me, the  glare daggers at Evan.
It wasn't that I thought she was being protective, but she knew about what happened. So, I'm guessing her hatred for him is about the same as mine.
"What are you gonna do? Get your sister over here to slap me around again?" He seethed. Rolling his eyes. "I've got news for you honey, she won't be able to blindsight me again." Skye was glaring even harder now. If looks could kill, Evan would be on his way six feet under by now. Skye was about to stand, but I pleaded for her not to get involved with my eyes. I didn't want her to get in serious trouble. She got lucky the first time, I doubted she would again.
"Why don't you just go die in a hole?" Sloan snapped back. She was getting antsy. Her leg bopping up and down, clenching her fists.
"You know, I never understood why you hated me so much." He said, smirking at me. "Maybe you are just jealous that Megan jumped my bones before you did." His words cut through me, and I wanted nothing more than to curl inky a ball and cry. But I don't want him to think he had any power over me. So I stayed quiet. Keeping my eyes between Sloan, and Skye.
"Oh, please? With that shrimp of a dick? I doubt you could even stick it in." Sloan joked. I guess teasing his manhood was a low blow, because he muttered something about Sloan being a whiter and stalked off. Avoiding sitting next to Skye.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I thought about why I had ever liked a guy like him. Sure, he was sweet at first. At least to me. But behind closed doors, he was a complete ass. He would always talk shit, and make fun of everyone. I used to think it was funny, the way he would joke about things. But now, I knew I was foolish.
Glancing over at Skye again, she took a deep breath, no longer upset. She smiled, showing me a piece of paper, where she wrote, 'breathe.'
"God, I can't see why you haven't beat his ass yet." Sloan said, her leg still bouncing rapidly.
"I don't have enough strength to fight him anymore." I said, laying my head down in my hands.
"I do."
Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. "You'd probably break a nail or something."
Sloan didn't look offended, she just shook her head. She knew as well as I did that she couldn't fight for shit. But she can literally cut you down with words. In any argument, you wouldn't stand a chance once she got started. I always thought she should join debate club or something.
"Well, I'm sure Skye wouldn't mind kicking his ass."
"She'd get in trouble."
"You're too nice." Sloan said, throwing her things into her bag. Even though class wasn't even half way over.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," she started, tossing her bag down beside her. "You care too much about people. Even when they did something horrible to you. You care."
"I don't care about Evan. Frankly, I couldn't give two shits if some ax murderer came and cut him to pieces. I just don't want Skye to get into trouble for some fucktard like him."
"You and my sister are good friends now aren't you?" Sloan inquired, picking at her cuticles.
"Yes." I hesitated, watching her for a reaction, but she seemed pleased.
"I'm glad that my sister and best friend are getting to know each other. We're on our way to becoming a dynamic trio." She joked, waving her hands around. This was what she does when she's calming down, waves her hands around like a maniac. "Now all three of us can partake in the kicking of asses."
"Kicking of asses?" I asked, watching Sloan as she tapped her fingers over the desk. Watching the teacher intently.
"Yeah, we'll the shit. 'Cause you already know that most of the people in this school are afraid of my sister." She explained, nodding her head over to Skye. Who was currently on sketching in her sketchbook. She was glancing up at me every now and then. I realized she was drawing me.
I was suddenly feeling self conscious. I don't think anyone has ever drawn me before. Or taken the time to attempt to draw me. It made me feel noticed.
Ten minutes later, Skye stood and approached me. Or rather us. Subtly dropping a folded piece of paper in my lap, she looked over at Sloan. "Do you need a ride after school today?" She asked, plopping in the empty seat in front of us.
"No, but Megan might, I have another meeting after school today." Sloan explained.
Smirking, she nodded before heading back to her seat. I noticed that, that was the first time that she had spoken to anyone at all in this class. Maybe she was getting used to actually socializing with people in public? Or maybe it was just us she was getting used to talking to in public.
Either way, it was an accomplishment. Or at least it felt like one.
Tucking the piece of paper into my pocket, I stood as the bell rang.
Throughout the day, if there was anything that would bother me, I would just trace my fingers over the papers outline. For some reason it would calm me. It began to feel as if this day would never end. And for a while it didn't. Until I found myself trudging reluctantly towards my last period of the day.
*******
"Are we seriously having this argument again?" Skye asked, laughing as we pulled to a stop in the long line of cars stopped at the light.
"Yes, yes we are." I said. We had gotten back into it about who was better, batman or superman. Well, it was similar. Now we were debating who was better, IronMan, or Captain America. "Seriously, Captain America is way better."
"His only power comes from his shield."
"Iron  mans power comes from his suit." I defended. Earning yet another hearty laugh from Skye.
"The one thing that makes Captain America super, his shield, was made by IronMans dad."
"Ok, first of all," I started, turning slightly in the passengers seat. "Captain America has super strength and speed. Whilst 'Tony Stark'," I air quoted, "manufactures his superpowers."
"Yeah, and he's also not like a hundred years old."
"That's part of what makes him awesome." I countered.
"Mhm." She chuckled. These little mini debates we would get in, was a highlight of my day. "Hey, are you hungry?" She asked after a few minutes of quiet.
"A bit, why?"
"My moms probably gonna drop off some food on her break. Can you check and see if she texted me?" She asked, handing me her phone. I laughed at her subtle background. I guess she liked one punch man.
Going to her messages, she didn't have any new ones. Putting her phone back into her console, I relished in the fact that she would let me check her messages. It showed that little by little I was gaining her trust.
Once we got home, she walked in, looking around the house. "Anyone home?" She called.
Seeing as how no one was home, she walked up to me, pushing me gently up against the wall. Her eyes roaming over my face, I felt her hands wander up my side and cup my face. She pressed her lips firmly on mine. Melting into her touch, I wrapped my arms around her neck. Allowing my lips to move in sync with hers.
Reluctantly pulling away, she slowly opened her eyes. Roaming them over my face once more. "I've been dying to do that all day." She said breathlessly.
Smiling, I brought her face back down to mine, allowing the powerful surge of my feelings run through me. Every time we kiss, I feel as if my feelings intensify. Nibbling her lip, she pushed back a bit. Sighing as she ran her hand through her hair.
"We shouldn't get too carried away. My mom will be home soon." She said. She sounded disappointed. I knew it was as hard as it was for me as it was for her to restrain ourselves.
More so for me I think. Because I can't ever seem to be able to control myself around her. I found it was harder and harder not to stare at her as we spent more and more time together.
****************
Authors note:
Hey guys! I hope y'all are enjoying the read. If you love my story, y'all should go check out my new cool friend DarrenDean1. As well as lem_si. They are some other great authors, and have some amazing stories.
Stay you,
-KP