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CASSIO
Excited nerves bubble beneath my skin as I wait in Lucca’s car–intentionally parked next to Bianka’s early this morning–watching for her arrival. Finally, I get to take the girl I like on a date. It’s been years in the making and countless third-wheel experiences that have left me almost green with jealousy over my twin brother’s relationship.
A smile plays across my lips as I think about Lucca’s demand that I not tell Bianka about the plan ahead of time so he could try to trick her into thinking he’s me–just for the first fifteen minutes of class. Then he would send her out.
That was his boon for taking the afternoon away from his lab time to pretend to be me while flirting with his girlfriend in my classes. He just better not blow things playing Casanova to Ellie. Not that I think he will blow my cover.
Still, his prank on Bianka won’t work. I know her. Even when Lucca and I were in her theater class freshman year, she could tell us apart like no one else had ever even tried. And while we’ve never intentionally swapped on her before, I’m confident she’ll spot that it’s him easily. She’s never once called us by the other one’s name.
Not that I would hold it against her if she did. My brother and I look a lot alike. I’ve even mixed us up in pictures on occasion. I just hope she won’t get mad that I let Lucca try to fool her. Honestly, I’m intrigued to see how long it might take her.
Glancing down at my phone, I check the time. The class just began, so the clock has officially started. It takes about five minutes to walk from campus to her car. So if I’m right, she should be here by ten past one. Lucca and I have a hundred bucks on the over-under.
I’m shocked when, not three minutes later, I spot a lone figure making her way swiftly toward the parking lot. Her slight frame moves with an urgency that makes me think it must be somebody Bianka’s size who had an emergency.
But the high-waist acid-washed jeans and brightly patterned crop top–which looks closer to a bra than a shirt with its black lace straps and hem–couldn’t belong to anyone else. It’s high fashion at its best, showing off Bianka’s perfection as the fabric clings to her curves and shows off her trim waist. God, I love hot Chicago days.
Her signature reddish-brown curls hang loosely around her face today, confirming her identity beyond a doubt, even though she’s too far away for me to see her face. And the speed with which she walks makes her ringlets bounce and shine.
Is she moving that quickly just to be with me?The thought makes my heart skip a beat.
While I want to get out and meet her halfway, I wait, hiding in Lucca’s car until she reaches her sleek white Lexus LC. Yet another thing that makes Bianka alluring. She’s got supreme taste in cars.
Not that I need a fancy ride to get by in life. I’ve ridden in my fair share of beaters without complaint. But nothing’s better than seeing Bianka behind the steering wheel of her sexy sports car.
She barely glances at Lucca’s car–probably because she’s less familiar with it–before opening her door and sliding into the driver’s seat. I don’t hesitate, opening my car door and sliding into her passenger seat before she knows what’s happening.
I sink low, hovering on the floor of the passenger side as Bianka stares down at me in surprise.
“I’d kiss you right now, but eyes and ears, you know?” I say, flashing her a grin.
A broad smile spreads across her full red lips, and Bianka turns her attention to her car, pressing the button to start the engine and backing out of her parking space as though this were just another day. “Hello to you too,” she says coyly. “Where are we going?”
“North, out of the city. You know your way to I-94?”
Bianka nods.
“Good. I hope you don’t mind a bit of a drive. We’ll hop on that to Highway 41 and just keep going.”
Bianka giggles. “Where am I taking us?”
“You’ll see.”
She glances down at me with a narrow-eyed smile.
“I promise you’ll like it.”
“I better after the stunt your brother just tried to pull on me,” she teases.
“I’m sorry. It was the only way I could get him to give up lab time.”
Bianka laughs, the sound light and carefree.
“But, hey, on the bright side, you won us a hundred dollars,” I add.
“Oh? How’s that?”
“I bet you would know it was him in less than five minutes.”
