2 She returns again
SKY's POV
I tossed my phone to my side, stretching out my legs and arms. After reading a whole article about how dancing tends to relieve stress, I must admit, I turned into quite the Michael Jackson. Dancing at every possible moment I got.
On a normal morning, I thought of creepy things like how I was going to marry a vampire one day. And how I was going to be an immortal and bored, drinking blood every day. And how my heart was going to be ripped out one day because I killed too many humans. Or how I was going to kill a human and turn into a werewolf. How painful it will be when my bones break as I took my form as a werewolf every full moon. But today it was different.
All I thought of was learning how to do the Michael Jackson dance as toosie slide by Drake played in the background.
How could it be so hard when the song taught you all the moves? I couldn't just tell my left foot from my right.
"Oh no! No! No! Not again" I groaned in frustration, palming my face as I collapsed onto the bed. I got up and continued trying. But maybe dancing wasn't meant for me.
Finally, I did it. "Who said I couldn't do it, huh?" I boasted internally, swinging my legs and arms haphazardly in excitement, unfolding the dress I just folded.
Everything was working out for me today. Even the air was smelling different. I couldn't believe I finally learnt to dance like Michael Jackson.
I folded the last dress and dropped it into my suitcase. I was reporting to Deluxe university in two days and I wanted everything to be perfect. I closed my suitcase which contained clothes and shoes handpicked by my mum in her company, PRETTY. Yeah, my mum is the MADAM NESSA the CEO of the number one luxurious fashion company in the country.
I couldn't be more excited. I was so excited one moment and amused the next. My 15 years old brother just blurted out nonsense that blew my mind.
"Denzel, what did you just say? Did I hear you correctly?" I asked, checking if I wasn't hallucinating.
"Yes, teach me how I can have great sex," Denzel repeated himself without the tiniest bit of shame. His black hair was messy and his chestnut brown eyes blank as he stared into my face.
"Are you serious? Do you want to have sex at this age?" Those words just flew out of my mouth. I was an 18 years old virgin and my younger brother was already thinking about having sex, not just any sex but great sex. Our damn generation!
And who ask questions like that when the Internet is at our disposal.
"Yeah, my girlfriend wants to do this," he said as a visible smirk formed on his face. Denzel and Jasmine were my younger siblings, twins actually, for some reasons I'm oblivious to, they always came to me with their plights and fights.
My first instinct was to beat the hell out of him. But that would've been child abuse and besides, I couldn't compromise my place as the cooler elder sibling because of this.
"How old is she?" I asked as I gasped with wonder, eager to hear more.
"She's going to be eighteen next week" my proud younger brother spilt out. I was so shocked. I couldn't believe Denzel had his way with women.
My little brother was dating someone my age. I did not know what to say to Denzel. So I decided to send him away and go see an expert.
"Denzel, I'm busy at the moment. Come back in the evening and I'm going to teach you everything I know about sex" I replied, faking a smile.
"Okay, I'll be back," Denzel said and walked out of the room.
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I slipped into my luxurious slides ready to go see my biggest foe who might as well be a sex expert. My twin brother, Micheal. I wish I had a more interesting life which did not revolve around my family.
"Michael," I called out, barging into his room. I began to speak as I closed the door behind me "I have an emergen--"
"Shush" Michael said, flashing his palm at me. He gestured that I get out of his room. Michael was face timing a lady in bed with his shirt off. He had always been handsome, but he looked exceptionally handsome today. He probably put in a lot just to impress.
Michael had a very pretty face and the body of a celebrity. Michael was also a model at PRETTY. He worked out a lot and his body was one to die for. His slim body somehow had a perfect build, he was barrel-chested with defined lines separating his six packs abs. My brother was perfect but still, he was Michael.
The Michael, who happens to be my twin brother. The same guy I shared a room with for fourteen years. We peed our pants and beds together and he still managed to pee his pants and bed till he was 8, four years after I stopped peeing my pants. How could I ever think he was hot enough when he was the reason why I never got to breathe in proper oxygen till I was eight?
"Did he just shush me? No one shushes me" I muttered to myself, angry and eager to ruin my brother's love life.
"Honey," I said as I jumped into Michael's bed, falling next to him.
"Go away Sky" Michael hissed, shooting daggers at me. I would have settled if he had at least listened to my emergency. But, he just shushed me. I hugged Michael and shouted into the phone, "He's taken" muffling the word as Michael covered my mouth.
"Bye bastard" the lady Michael was face timing hung up looking angry. I decided to flee, but Michael seized my arm. In an attempt to escape, I tumbled and fell on my back.
"Are you okay?" Michael asked as he offered me a hand which I declined.
"What's the emergency, Sky?" Michael asked sluggishly "It better be worth it. That was my girl". I couldn't believe Michael was acting possessive and all, he must have liked this one.
"Sorry," I said without remorse. "Michael, I need your help on something".
"What? It better be something important" he groaned with knitted brows.
"Please help me teach a 15year old how to have great sex?" I asked politely, my eyes sticking out, unleashing all the cute demons in me.
"What? Who is it? Why would you teach a fifteen-year-old how to have great sex... Are you insane?" Michael rambled on.
I rolled my eyes and "Jeez" came out automatically.
"Who is it? Denzel? Jasmine?" Michael asked angrily.
"It's none of your business," I shrieked, "just help me out with this".
Michael stormed off returning a few minutes later with the twins. Denzel and Jasmine looked at me confused.
"Which one is it? Him? Or Her?" Michael implored, pointing at them. Jasmine arched her eyebrows and her brown eyes glared at me. She munched on the bread she had in her hand when she walked in.
"It's just my 15-year-old friend. Why do you think it could be any of them?"
"Because you have no friends and they are the only 15-year-olds you know" Michael answered, rolling his eyes at me.
"Whatever this is, it probably isn't me," Jazz said.
"Did you tell Michael?" Denzel turned to me, distress written all over his face.
"This is getting exciting," Jasmine said as she folded her arms.
"Jazz, let's go now. The boys need to talk" Jazz resisted, but I dragged her out anyway.
Jasmine wasn't the only one curious, I was too. So we eavesdropped on the boys' conversation. I heard a lot, but this one caught my attention.
"Do you love her?"
'I'm not sure what love is. But, I want to make her the happiest woman on earth".
'Is that her?" I heard Michael ask "your girlfriend is this girl... Lucy... You shouldn't" a roar emanated from Michael.
"Can you hear them?" I asked.
"They are talking about a girl, Lucy I think" Jazz said.
"Lucy! The Lucy I knew, the bitch Lucy, the Lucy who... That bitch" I opened the door, walked straight to Denzel and took his phone... And it was the same bitch. The bitch who almost sent Michael to his grave.
I lost two years worth of memory from two years before my accident to the day of my accident. But Lucy, I just couldn't forget her. That bitch.
"How did you meet this bitch?" I asked, looking straight at Denzel. Not waiting for his response I continued "She's bad news, forget about her."
That evening we told our parents about it and Denzel was grounded indefinitely. Not for his ignorance but for thinking about having sex when he wasn't yet 16. Our family went through hell because of Lucy and her family, and yet she returned.
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