a memory I should be having. I think I would totally remember if I kissed a girl.
She rolls her eyes as if she gets this reaction from people every day. “I’m Trixie, Knox’s sister. We’re twins. He beat me to the planet by four minutes, but I’ve spent the rest of my life beating him at just about everything else.”
Instantly I like her. My entire body floods with quick relief, because one, I didn’t technically kiss her even though I might have gotten a tad aroused while looking at her lips.
They call our names at the same time and we pick up our drinks.
“Let’s take a seat,” she says it as more of a command than a request, and just as I’m about to shoot her down, the door swoops open and in walk Justin and Jen—how I loathe the fact their names sound cute together.
I pull Trixie into a seat by the window as if plucking her out of a fire. If I can’t be here with Knox, I may as well make Janelle, the waste of human tissue, irate by getting chummy with her ex’s twin sister.
“What’s wrong?” Trixie looks over her shoulder, and her upper lip pulls to the side as if she’s about to get sick. “Oh, that. I always suspected she was a ho bag.”
“Ha!” I squawk so loud the ho bag herself glances over, and her eyes enlarge when she sees the two of us together. “I’ve called her that myself.” I sneer at this feminine version of my new fake boyfriend. “I knew I liked you.” We share a demented laugh. It’s clear Trixie and I will be speed bonding over our shared hatred for all things blonde and skinny that happen to be banging my ex. “So you said you knew me.” I cock my head and lean in, wondering how much she’s apprised of at the moment. For all I know, she might still be in the dark about that kiss. I am rather infamous on The Row for spotting my boyfriend in the wild with a nipple-faced floozy.
“Knox told me all about you. That kiss that led to the great food fight at the Black Bear? The fact that you’re up for serving a little crap pie with your revenge?” She cuts a look to the two twats circling the counter as they wait for their order. “You’d better watch your back.”
“Oh, I’m not afraid of them,” I growl in their general direction and the two of them turn around as if on cue.
“Trixie Toberman, is that you?” Miss Helium Balloon for Brains clip-clops over in designer heels.
I lean in to Trixie and whisper, “Never trust a girl who wears heels before noon.”
Trixie snickers at the quip and a warm fuzzy feeling takes over as if I’ve actually achieved something by way of garnering Knox’s sister on my side.
“Why, that is you!” The blonde twat leans in for a hug and Trixie is quick to back up out of reach. I knew that I knew that I knew that I liked her.
“I have a cold,” she grumbles. “So, is that the girl you traded my brother for?” She scowls at Justin, and now it’s my turn to snicker because now that I’ve been spending more time with Knox, I can totally see how effeminate Justin really is.
“She is a he.” Jen giggles up a storm and it sounds more like the motor of a washing machine malfunctioning. “And I didn’t technically leave anyone. I don’t know what you heard, but every pancake has two sides.”
“Why don’t you go find that pancake and eat it?” I take a hasty sip of my drink and nearly choke on it.
She smirks down at me as if what I suggested was quasi-humorous and not a strict nutritional plan I suggest she follow. “I know you’re not happy with me right now,” she hums it out like the squeak of a mouse and my eyelids roll up like curtains.
“Not happy with you?” A hot pang of rage shoots right through my skull. Swear to God, if this girl initiates an aneurysm in me and cuts me off in my prime, I will come back to haunt her from the grave. She will never be free of me until her dying breath, and most likely not even then will this nitwit properly process the fact, that no, I will never be damn happy with her.
Trixie gives me a light kick from under the table just as