Reapers Kiss

JESS

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

AWWWW DAMN! that must be Gabe pounding on my door. My alarm is blaring, and I am bathed in a cold sweat. I reach over and slam my hand on the nightstand, the alarm clock goes flying.

“Jess! Jess! … JESSICA! WAKE! UP! He yells. Fine, you give me no choice! I’ll just go get your sister.” As gabe whispers the last jab through the crack in the door and taps on it tauntingly.

“Dammit, Gabe! I’m coming,” I groan the last bit to show my displeasure. My legs tangle as I get up, then get the treat of biffing it eating floor. I push myself off the floor, and lunge at the door, flinging it wide open. “What?”

Gabe just looks at me, his bright blue eyes sparkling with laughter. “Works every time!” he says as he saunters away. He looks over his shoulder and shoots, “By the way, your sister left for school already.” “I swear you do this to either piss me off or drive me insane as I pick up the closest thing to me and launch it at him.” He grabs his chest, and gives me his best look of mock pain.

“Go get ready,” I tell him.

An hour later, Gabe and I are sitting in our first class, where I am barely managing to hold on to consciousness.

All I hear is “Wawah, wa wa wahwa wa...”, just like in Charlie Brown. I have no idea what the teacher is talking about. I hated math in high school, I never touched on most of the math crap that I am doing now, it's hard to pay attention when it looks like your teacher spewing up letters and numbers on the whiteboard, I just keep asking myself, 'What have I gotten myself into?' With such stimulating questions rolling through the atmosphere, I can’t take it and my mind wanders back to the dream. I could hear voices, a man and women. It was so dark that I could not see anything, and it was so cold, I was SO cold. It felt so real, but my dreams usually did.

“Miss Jorden.”

I snap out of my reverie to find Professor Kingsly standing right in front of me, glaring, and my classmates snickering. “Miss JOR-den...” he manages to say my name as if it were a dirty word, “can you please tell us what the equation on the board is?" What he’s really saying is ‘Have you been on a different planet? Nice to have you back, and now that you’re here, let me humiliate you...

I blanch, swallow hard, and the mantra begins in my head: don't barf... please don't barf... With glorious timing, the other students pop up and start to shuffle out of the classroom. I look at him and say with my sweetest smile, “Saved by the bell!” Translation: I am getting out of here as fast as I can!

So fast, in fact, that I miss his parting instructions for homework and run smack dab into my sister. As her books go sailing through the air, she shoots me an exasperated look and sighs, “Really, Jess? Who lit a match under your ass?”

“I can answer that, Aurora--”

“Gab-bree-EL..” she retorts. brings a look disgust across Gabe’s face like he just swallowed something bitter.

“Don’t call me that, uh-ROAR--.”

“Don’t do it! I will hide every shiny, blingy, sparkly, THING YOU HAVE!” Then she whispers, “and I will lock you out of my room. No more borrowing my clothes.” “ ok children Jess raises her hands, play nice with one another or you will not be able to go out at recess

“Fine, fine! she wins! No more saying the A-word!” Gabe blaze as he stomps off.

“You know, you shouldn’t tease him like that, you might send him into shock!” I pretend to reproach Aurora, ahem, Rorie.

“Oh, he’ll survive. And I’m not that cruel. I wouldn’t really lock him out of my closet,” Rorie sniffs, as she turns her face aside to hide a grin.

“But you would hide almost everything in his room, wouldn’t you?”

Rorie almost snorts, “I’ll never tell. Anyway, back to the main topic-- why were you flying out of class like a bat outta hell? Mr. K is out for blood this year!”

“I kinda zoned out just a bit, and when I zoned back in, it was with him practically in my face like hello miss Jorden welcome to your own personal hell wahaaaa! It’s bad enough... I hate math I can’t believe they are making me re-take this class,” I mumble especially with professor broom shoved up his ass sideways.

“Well Jess, I can see you still do not think before you speak, OH WAIT WAIT here is a new one maybe you should try to pay attention... “wait what I stopped listening, after think before you speak”, Jess said with laughter in her voice. Plus you are book smart and peoplesmart, rorie just rolled her eyes. I need to go see a doctor to get my head examined now,Jess said. Why is that Rorie asked, because I just admitted, you got the brains I also got the beauty.” Rorie piped in really quick.

We stick our tongues out at each other like a couple five year olds. We’re twins, you snot, I think to myself. Rorie shifts from fun to high strung and it was like someone hit turbo she picked up the rest of her books and started quickly walking away.I chuckle, now who has a fire under her ass I yell after her, Rorie tosses me a one finger salute and disappears around a corner.

To look at us, you’d never believe we are identical twins. Our natural hair color is black, but I prefer to accent mine with red highlights, and Rorie would never think to add any color or pizazz. She’s all Abercrombie-dreams on an Aeropostale budget, and my style is more rock-n-roll, black leather, and motorcycles. My hair looks best all wild and crazy, Rorie is Miss Prim-and-Proper. When we stand next to each other, we look like a bad version of Sandy’s make-over in Grease nixs the blond puffy ass hair.