Shaking my head at Denver’s annoying use of her favorite nickname “fuckface”, I hop up from my seat at the kitchen table. Derek’s still cooking and singing his telenovela songs when I leave him to go to my room. If there’s one thing I’ve learned living with the guys, it’s that I will not be caught dead showing interest in a girl. I refuse to have them tease me about someone who doesn’t even want me.
I’ll take my L in silence,thank you very much.Speaking of losses, I hope I’m not at a total loss with Cleo. She hasn’t tried at all to talk to me between those practices and now and I can’t figure out why.
Does she truly not like hockey players? Is it because her dad is my coach? Why won’t she try with me, or at least flirt back? If I can’t find out anything from her in person, I’ll just have to find out some other way. With a light heart, I open up the YouTube app and immediately go to work, looking her up.
IcingIt Cleo and boyfriend Marcelo Rivers on the grid @ Vegas Grand Prix.
Cleo Jones and hockey star Marcelo Rivers call it quits!
Where has IcingIt been?
My hearts feels as if it’s gone on a sky-fall as I read over the newest headlines all about Cleo and fuckingMarcelo Rivers.I’ve played Rivers for the past two years since coming to Summerfield and he’s good, I’ll admit. But he’s dirty. He goes for cheap shots when refs aren’t looking and is just an overall asshole on the ice.
Is this the kind of man that Cleo likes? I mean, Marcelo isn’t ugly, he’s just… so…ew.
“Dude! The pasta’s ready. What’re you doing?!” Jace yells and before I can shut my phone off he’s jumping on top of me on my bed, peeking at my screen.
My heart goes still as he remains silent for what seems like the first time in his life. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been afraid of the Hercules look-alike until now. Jace isn’t a small guy he’d probably—
“You have five seconds to explain why the fuck you’re looking at Cleo andhim, or so help me God, I will rip out your throat and feed it to Charlie’s kitten.”
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Cleo
“So, tell me ifI got this right… My twin sister had 'sex' withBlake Wilder,the same Blake that D2 talks about every day. Now, you’re trying to ignore him but you have to do a class project together? Is that right?” Ryan raises a perfectly thick brow up at me, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he stretches out on the sideline of the football field.
“Something like that…” I blow out air, rocking back and forth on my heels.
“You’re fucking gross, CJ. I mean what the hell is wrong with you? I know I told you the football team is off limits buthockey?” Ryan curls his lips in disgust as he stands up to stretch his shoulders out. “I’m disgusted even thinking about it, why can’t you just be celibate and not tell me about that shit?” he groans.
And that, everyone, is Ryan Santiago-Jones—my dumbass stepbrother. Ryan’s mom, Gloria and my dad got married when the both of us were eight just three years after my mom and dad separated.
It was rough at first, not having my biological mom in the house and now having a stranger play the role of “mommy”. But Ryan made the transition a lot easier—and better.
He stuck to me like glue when we first met and proclaimed us as “twins” since we were born in the same week and year, with me taking the spot as the oldest child.
Ry was always there for me, he made sure none of the guys in school would pick on me. He always watched whatever princess movie I wanted even though he was more of a superhero kid when we were younger. And he was just overall the best “twin” brother a girl could ask for.
Now, at 20 years old, Ry still calls my dad D2, and me his twin, regardless of us having completely different parents.
“You fucking asked! What was I supposed to say?!”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ‘I’m fine, how are you?’ Not tell me about your recentsexcapades!” He rolls his eyes before rolling out his neck.
I fold my arms over my chest and frown. “Since when have I evernottold you what was going on? As my brother, you’re supposed to listen and give me advice! Not chastise me, you buffoon.”
“Chastise?” he scoffs in disbelief.
“Yes!” I shout, my frown deepening.
“Cleo, I’m trying to look out for you, not chastise you. Blake Wilder is a whore, through and through. And I’m not trying to hear the guys talk about how my sister is being seen with the biggest manslut on campus.” He shrugs as if everything he’s saying is logical and sadly it is, but I’d never admit that out loud.
“Oh, and you’re one to talk! Who was that cheerleader you brought home last month? Chelsea? Kelsey?”
“Her name wasAudrey… Chelsea was the one before that.” He sighs, proving my point.
For the first time in forever, I’m winning against Ry. I should gloat… Nah… Wait… Nah, I’ll take the nice route.
