Accidentally Yours

CHAPTER TWO

The raven-haired male is sloppily making out with a brunette-haired girl. The girl’s back is pressed up against the metal lockers. If she’s uncomfortable, she is hiding it very well.

Due to Easton and Stella being different genders they are technically not identical by a medical standpoint. However, they do look significantly more similar than a lot of twins their age do—They both have dark black hair, light grey irises, and faint brown freckles that trail over the bridge of their nose as well as their cheeks.

The only notable difference between the two of them, that I am able to name off the top of my head, is that Stella has dimples whilst Easton does not. Although, I cannot name a time where I have seen Easton smile.

Personality-wise, Stella is a very caring person. She cares deeply for anyone who enters or exits her life whether she barely knows them at all or knows every single detail about them.

I wish that I could say the same for her brother… How do I put this nicely?

Easton is a heartless prick—I could fill an entire book from front to back with the amount of girls that he has hooked up with and abandoned after he got bored of them.

Oddly enough, he wasn't always like this.

At the beginning of his junior year, he had a girlfriend who he had been dating since he was a sophomore. He was deeply infatuated with her and I was so sure that they were going to be one of those couples who get married straight out of high school. This assumption quickly crumbled when she surprised us all by breaking up with him in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. She didn’t even give him much time to process it all before standing up and exiting the house.

Easton tried to call her after dinner but it was too late—She had officially blocked him on everything.

By the next semester he was a complete douche.

He would makeout with random girls in the hallways, locker rooms, underneath the bleachers, inside of bathrooms—Basically, wherever there was an unoccupied space, he would take a girl there.

Word of Easton’s player ways spread around the school like wildfire. These rumors made his popularity in general grow due to him being an athlete. Though his general popularity was growing, his popularity with the girls grew tenfold.

I often find myself thinking about how different things would be if his girlfriend never broke up with him in the way that she did if at all.

The second warning bell snaps me out of my incessant staring at the vomit inducing sight.

12:07pm

Stella and I struggle to make our way through the immensely crowded high school cafeteria—From people rushing to be first in line to people rushing to get a seat on the patio, it’s all chaos. Patio seating is very limited, but it's the best place to sit. If you are able to secure a table on the patio within the first two minutes of lunch starting then consider yourself lucky. Since it is outside, you are less likely to be suffocated by the smell of rancid body odor. This simple factor alone makes it a highly coveted area. Unfortunately, there are only four small tables out there. Well, technically, there are five—but the fifth table is reserved for the popular kids.

The popular kids consist primarily of cheerleaders and football players. They have a large rectangle table that sits in the middle of the patio, the biggest table out there. No one dares to sit at their table without being invited. Rumor has it that the last girl who sat at their table without an invitation had a rumor spread about her that was so bad that she had to move to another state.

I would give an arm and a leg just to be invited to sit at that table.

Spotting an empty table a few feet away from us, I quicken my steps. Stella also rushes towards the empty booth the moment that her eyes land on it. There is a high possibility that we look absolutely insane running towards a lunch table of all things, but I couldn't care less.

Fortunately for us, we were able to reach the unoccupied table in record-breaking timing. Stella and I slam all of our belongings down onto the table. This indicates to others that we have claimed this table. I volunteer to stand guard at the table while Stella buys our food. After a few moments of awkwardly scrolling through my phone, Stella returns from the lunch line with food.

I use the term food lightly.

The raven-haired girl hands me a large chocolate chip cookie, a cold bottle of water, and a bag of my favorite potato chips. I happily accept the food before glancing over at her meal. I notice that she chose the same things as me, the single exception being the energy drink that she bought for herself instead of water.

“How’s your mom doing?” She opens her bag of potato chips and drops one into her mouth. “I feel like I haven't seen her in forever.”

I swallow the food in my mouth before answering, “I don’t know.” My shoulders bounce up and down once. “The last time that I spoke to her she said that she was in Europe on a very important business trip—That was two months ago though.” Stella’s intrigue morphs into sympathy.

Stella is aware that I always stay over at her house because I hate being home alone all day and night for months on end. She doesn’t make fun of me for it or express any annoyance over my constant presence. In all honesty, I think that she has always wanted a sister instead of a brother. The grey-eyed girl goes to voice said sympathy, but abruptly stops as someone approaches our table.

“Hi! My name is Emma Dílance,” The stranger speaks with an exceedingly perky voice as she introduces herself. “I’m the captain of the cheerleading team.” She displays her pearly whites when I turn to face her.

Oh my gosh, an actual cheerleader is talking to me!

She is incredibly pretty—Emma, I think she said her name was, has long blonde hair that flows freely past her midsection in soft curls. She has eyes that are so blue that you could swim in them and glossy pink lips so plump that they were giving multiple celebrities a run for their money. She is, without a doubt, one of the prettiest girls I have ever laid my eyes on. I feel insecure just being near her right now.

“I’m Amelia and this is my best friend Stella.” I motion towards my best friend.

Emma seems to recognize Stella’s presence for the first time as her smile falters a bit. She kindly grins at the raven-haired girl before turning to face me once more.

“Amelia?” the blonde asks. “As in Amelia Montgomery?” I nod my head which elicits an excited squeal from the blonde. “Oh my god, I saw your name on the tryout list!” she says, or rather squeals.

Emma hurriedly takes a seat beside me on the bench. She turns her entire body so that she faces me. Although I am a bit intimidated by her overly cheery attitude, I still smile at her. I cannot help but wonder if all cheerleaders are this perky or if it is just her personality.

“Yeah, Stella and I signed up this summer.” I eventually responded.

“Got it.” Emma nods. “Do you have any experience?”

I nod my head, “We both do.”

The blonde gently places one of her neatly manicured hands on my exposed forearm and leans her body closer to me. “Well then, it was nice talking to you and I can't wait to see what you plan to bring to the team.” she smiles sweetly.

Feeling weirdly comfortable around her, I confess, “I'm actually super nervous. Do you have any tips or advice to help ease my nerves?” Emma giggles.

She tells me to give her one of my hands and I do this with no questions asked. The blonde’s soft hands encapsulate mine in a comforting grasp.

“You'll be fine, I promise.” she assures,. “Just focus on controlling your breathing and push through your toes when you do your jumping and tumbling.” I nod my head.

Okay, that shouldn't be too hard.

“Thanks, Emma.” I smile. “I really appreciate it.”