“—brother,” she finished, groaning. “God, why does he always have to besoloud?”
I looked away from her, my eyes following the guy who was pushing past us to get to his friends, or probably teammates. There was a high chance they were both.
As he greeted his friends on the other side of the yard, I suddenly locked eyes with the hockey team’s number one goalie.
2
EDEN
“Sharma!” Kaan, one of my teammates, yelled as my best friend finally arrived at the party. As always, more than fashionably late. “Get your ass over here!”
Sharma, whose name was actually Lakshman, but nobody ever called him that, nodded at us as he pushed past Kaan’s sister and some other girl, making his way over to us.
A moment later, Sharma greeted the team, saying hello to every single guy, but my attention stayed elsewhere.
The girl next to Asiya was staring at me, at least that’s what it looked like.
Why was she looking at me? Probably just another one of many who would sell their firstborn to get with me, even if it was just for one night.
It was exhausting, really.
Wherever I went on this godforsaken campus, I was stared at. Fuck, we weren’t even on campus and I’d been offered at least five firstborns tonight. For a quick fuck.
The girl next to Asiya was still staring, but at this point, it might’ve just been because I was staring back at her. Usually, allthese girls were quick to look away when I caught them staring, but not her.
It was weird.
To make it even worse, Asiya must’ve noticed because she laid her hand on the brunette’s shoulder, saying something that made the girl’s eyes widen so much that I could spot the difference from afar.
With her eyes now on Asiya, the brunette began to shake her head.
“Who’s that next to your sister?” I asked Kaan, nodding in the girls’ direction in an attempt to stay unnoticed. The last thing I wanted was for Asiya to know I was talking about her and her friend. The girl scared me shitless.
Kaan looked up, immediately rolling his eyes. “The Devil,” he answered. “Think her name’s actually Alana, though.”
“The Devil?” My eyebrows rose at my friend, waiting for him to explain the nickname but all I got in return was a shrug.
“I don’t know, man. Asiya calls herThe Devilsometimes. I’m so curious to know why because she seems all quiet and shit, but my sister scares me too much to ask her a question about her best friend.”
I laughed. “Asiya is a sweet girl, Balik.”
She really wasn’t.
In his defense, though, he always thought my sisters were angels as well while I knew they were demons in disguise. Alright, Brooke—my older sister—was less of a demon than Nova—my younger sister—was. Still, both were very much demonic at times.
The biggest difference between my sisters was, Brooke was twenty-six now, living in a small house close to my parents, together with her husband, and was about seven months away from popping out their first kid, while Nova was sixteen. Being ateenager was a nightmare, which, I believe, gave me the right to call Nova a demon. I should know, I was one at sixteen.
“You’re too old for her,” Kaan said, slapping me on the back of my head.
“I’m not sure when you heard me say that I’d like to date your sister, but if pretending I said it makes you feel better, then sure. You’re totally right. Nineteen issuperinappropriate, seeing as I just turned thirty yesterday.” I wasn’t thirty, obviously, and it wasn’t even my birthday yesterday.
“Thirty, flirty, and thriving, or whatever they say.”
“They, as in13 going on 30.” I swallowed a chuckle. “I’m surprised you even know that movie. It’s been ages.”
Kaan shrugged. “Don’t judge me, alright? I have a younger sister.”
My hands shot up as if he was holding me at gunpoint, and I could barely contain my laughter. “Dude, no need to get defensive. It’s a movie.”
