Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“I didn’t invite you to sit with me,” she informs us before taking a big bite of her lunch. Good, she is eating.
“We don’t need an invite,” Preston snaps. “Why didn’t you come and sit with us?”
She shews slowly, making us wait on her to respond like she holds all the power here. When she finally swallows her food, she says, “I don’t want the attention, okay? Can you please leave me alone and sit somewhere else?”
“No,” me and my twin say in unison.
She sighs heavily before taking another bite. With the food still in her cheek. She mumbles, “Fine, but no talking.”
I lift my finger to my lips and pretend to zip them up and throw away the key. The corner of Emma’s lip curls up for a split second before she catches herself and frowns instead.
She keeps that frown up for the next two bites, glaring at her sandwich like it’s somehow its fault that we are sitting with her now. Then she puts her sandwich down with a huff and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Don’t tell me you’re done already,” I warn.
“You barely ate half,” Preston points out.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want anyone to know,” she says with a sigh. “I don’t want anyone hovering over me. I still don’t understand why you two can’t leave me alone.”
“Are we back on that now? When will you understand that you can’t get rid of us?” I question before ordering, “take another bite.”
“Unless you want me to barf in your lap, I would advise against it.”
“Do you not feel well? I can take you home.”
Emma rolls her eyes at me. “I’m fine. This is normal for me. Sometimes I can’t stand more than a few bites. I’ll eat again after my next class… which I have to go to now.”
She gets up from her chair, grabbing her tray. Preston and I do the same. We don’t have to say it out loud. We know we are walking her to her next class. As we return our trays to the cart, I catch sight of Brittany waltzing into the room like she owns this place. Her beady eyes land on Emma, and protectiveness surges in me.
Just as I assumed, Brittany heads straight for Emma, “Hey, wig girl!”
I step in front of Emma protectively. “Turn around and walk the other way,” I order, stopping Brittany mid-stride.
“What, is she your charity case or something?”
If she was a dude, I would knock her teeth out right now. Unfortunately, I have to deal with her a little more civilized. “Get lost or I’ll tell everyone you gave me an STD.”
“Are you serious?” she asks in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
“Deadly, now get lost.” Preston is already next to me.
“Whatever.” She gives us the finger before she spins around and heads back out of the door.
“I don’t need your protection. I can take care of myself,” Emma says as she shoves past.
She walks toward the exit, and we follow close behind. “We just looked out for you.”
“I don’t want to be your pet project!” she yells when we’re outside of the building. “I want to be left alone, but you two idiots won’t get it through your thick skulls.”
She picks up her pace, as if she could outrun us. We keep up with her easily. “What else do you want?” I ask curiously. “What could we do for you to help you out?”
“Nothing!” she yells back as we reach the end of the courtyard. She pauses to look at me. “I want nothing from you. I just want to be normal. I want everyone to treat me like I’m not sick. Is that so hard to understand?”
“You want us to treat you like any other girl?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yes!” She nods, not realizing the idea she just gave me.
“Fine, come on then,” I urge, as I grab her hand in mine.
She gives me a confused look before I drag her into the science building in front of us. Preston follows without question, probably having the same thoughts as me when I pull Emma into the first empty classroom I can find.
Preston shuts the door behind us and turns the lock.
“What do you think you are doing?” Emma gasps innocently as I position myself behind her.
“You said you want to be treated like every other girl,” I explain. “So that’s what you are getting.”
I look at Preston, who has caught on and is already grinning ear to ear.
He eats up the distance between him and Emma in one large stride until she is sandwiched between our bodies with nowhere to go. I grab her hips and pull her flush against me. My cock is already hard when the softness of her ass rubs over it.
“I’m not doing this with you again,” she says meekly, her hands trying to shove at Preston’s chest. He grabs her wrists and forces her hands to her sides before he lowers his head and presses his lips to hers.