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I offer her a nod and brace myself for whatever comes next.
“Is she some kind of goal you need to check off your list? Like maybe a, see if you can bag the sweet hairdresser kind of thing, or does Amara actually mean something to you?”
I consider her question, not because I need time to think over the options but because the realization that I do in fact feel something for Amara hits me. “I do feel something for Amara,” I confess, “I think you should know that it's your sister that is battling this thing not me.”
“Well, do you think it's because she too, knows all about the abundance of women that have come before her?” Instead of Leah waiting for my response she pushes open my truck door and climbs out, before hurrying to get our pizza.
* * *
I sit in a chair across from Amara, watching her comb through Lauren’s hair that now has what they call caramel color running through her blond. What was once all one length has been cut a little shorter in the front to form bangs with layers in the back. There is definitely a different look between the two girls now and Lauren smiles as she takes in her new look.
“Leah,” Amara hollered over her shoulder, “it's time to wash yours out.”
When she stands and walks in our direction she looks at me and does the pointing at her eyes then pointing at me gesture to indicate she’s watching me, and I chuckle.
“Kid you have more sass than one person should.”
“Nonsense,” she scoffs and sits down in the chair that has some kind of sink attached to the back.
“Hey Mar,” she asks as she starts to lean back in the chair. “What ever happened to Seth Masters?”
“She found out he’s a loser,” I mumble.
“Now who’s the immature teenager?” Leah scoffs with an eye roll and I glance over at Amara to find her trying to hide her smile.
“He preferred spending his evenings in online chatrooms with women that have boobs bigger than my head, so I had to move on.” She says this so casually, while running her fingers through Lauren’s hair.
“Are you serious?” I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, watching her.
“Yep,” Amara purses her lips.
“Why would anyone want boobs bigger than their head?” Lauren says this so innocently that we all stop and look at her, no one saying a word. Me, mainly because I have no response, I have no clue what to say to her in return.
“Fun bags Lauren,” Leah finally adds matter of factly. “The bigger the fun bags, the happier the guy.”
“Leah,” Amara says in a motherly tone.
“Not all guys,” I add looking up at Amara and then down to her chest. The perfect handful, and I remember in great detail just how they felt in my hands.
“Okay, enough boob talk,” Amara walks toward Leah and pushes her back, forcing her to settle and she starts washing her hair.
“You’re grounded,” Amara whispers harshly and Leah laughs.
“You can’t ground me.”
The two of them bicker back and forth and I take this as my chance to compliment Lauren. Looking toward her I find her staring at her own reflection. Her eyes shift, our gazes meet and then she quickly looks down.
“Looks really good,” I tell her, and she lifts her chin turning to look at me over her shoulder. “Those clueless boys at school won’t know what hit them.” Something crosses over her face, an acceptance mixed with embarrassment maybe. “At that age we’re all idiots. Even when we get older we’re still idiots. But you should know that if they don’t see you, they aren’t worth your time.”
I think I have her figured out and she is so much like her older sister. She truly has no idea just how gorgeous she is.
Looking back toward Amara I find her watching me and if I’m not mistaken it's like she is actually seeing me for the first time. There is a difference in her eyes, a calmness that hasn’t been there the last several days.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Amara
Lauren: Everyone loves my hair. Oh and did you see this?
