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Like an extra T-shirt and shorts for overnight “crashing in my car” purposes. An extra pair of panties—these really childish looking blue pair with purple hearts.
Lots of highlighters, sticky notes, and pens.
What’s most abundant: tampons. And not just one or two. There is an entire box of pink plastic-wrapped applicators. I know this because I bought a box recently, dumped it into my backpack, and thought nothing of it.
I tense up, locked in a shell-shocked state, most likely ghostly pale.
My heart plummets, leaving a hollow hole in its place. My brother—a new brother—and his intimidating half-brother plant their gazes on me. And to make it worse: I’m surrounded by men with cameras who will no doubt post this on the internet.
I’m not ready to be a meme. Oh my God.
I can’t move. I can’t squat. I just stare like maybe this moment will rewind itself, and my jean backpack won’t rip apart.
“Oh shit,” one of the cameramen laughs.
I barely register Loren’s murderous glare, plastered on the camera guy. He shrinks back a little and holds up a hand in surrender.
And then Ryke sets down his box. What is he doing—
No!
He starts collecting my tampons like they’re pencils and not feminine products. I dazedly animate, like my legs belong to another girl—a higher force pulling the strings attached to my limbs. I kneel and quickly gather all the items, frantically stuffing them in my backpack’s side pocket that’s still intact.
Not a lot can fit there, so I bundle everything else in my arms. I decide to check the state of my laptop later, but upon glance, it seems okay.
“I can get that,” I practically whisper to Ryke, gesturing to the tampons and two comic books in his clutch. I’m not sure he hears me, but I outstretch my free hand, showing him that I’ll take it.
I struggle holding everything else, and I almost drop my laptop again.
“I’ll carry this,” he tells me. “You take that.” He pockets the tampons and sets the comics on his cardboard box.
How can he be okay with pocketing my tampons? I’m about to refreeze and solidify all over again.
“Put your backpack on mine,” Loren says, drawing my attention up to him. He pats the top of his box, and I rise, reluctantly letting go of my possessions, too afraid I’ll spill them all.
“Thanks,” I mutter, having trouble even looking at Ryke now.
“Does your cousin have a name?!” a camera guy shouts, his words dizzying me.
“Yeah.” Loren uses one hand to hold the cardboard box, and the other sets on my shoulder, guiding me forward. “Her name is Willow Hale.” He gives them one lasting dry smile before we enter the glass double doors.
As we ride up to the fourth floor in silence, I regain some consciousness that I typically lose in embarrassing moments. It’s like a blackout, a fog, an out-of-body experience—my mind so stunned that it decides to abandon my body for a quick second.
I inhale, first and foremost. And then I look up. Ryke and Loren stand on either side of me, so tall that they make my 5’5’’ height feel short. I catch Ryke glaring at the space above my head, eyes narrowed on his brother.
Lo never looks towards Ryke as he says, “I had to lie. So you can stop glaring at me now. And in case you’ve forgotten, bro, I have the heart of Hades, so you shouldn’t be surprised anyway.”
“She’s not a Hale, Lo.”
Loren lets out a short, frustrated breath and meets his brother’s darkened gaze. “Yeah? But I couldn’t say she’s a Moore and have press digging up her little sister’s name. This is the better option for more than one reason. You know why?”
Ryke stays quiet and shakes his head, more like this is wrong.
“Now they think you’re related too,” Lo explains. “No tabloids are going to start rumors that you’re hooking up…or whatever.” Lo cringes at the idea.
I block out everything, internally dying and too overcome to concentrate on any other words or details. The elevator slows and beeps, and I nearly race off down the hall to my room: 458. I unlock the door with my keys—well, almost.
I drop them. I pick them up. And then I clumsily drop them again. It takes four tries before my joints work properly, and I turn the lock.
I have a very neat roommate, the tiny kitchen clean and pretty bare of appliances and food. Maya mentioned how she has a dining hall meal plan at Penn. The living room has a couple Avengers posters, Battlestar Galactica and Final Fantasy—plus stacks of anime on the coffee table.
Maya Ahn is cool. The Superheroes & Scones store manager had a roommate opening after her friend left for California, and it worked out in my favor.
I definitely can’t afford the whole rent by myself, and I start working at Superheroes & Scones soon, thanks to Lily’s kindness. Hopefully I’ll be able to pay off the first month’s rent that Lo loaned me.
