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We make a short detour to pick up some burgers and fries. While we wait, I get on social media and start scrolling through the school hashtag looking for pictures of Sadie and that boy. Dad drones on in the background about college and shit. Since I’ve heard this discussion before, I can give the appropriate response without paying attention. No, I’m not going to college. No, being an architect sounds boring as hell. My internet search comes up blank. I sigh and drag my hands through my hair.
I want to ask him if that kid is related to me. I can tell something is going on. He never gave any hint that he had another kid. Did he not know? But once Sadie said the two of them looked alike, I can’t get it out of my head.
That has to be it because there’s no way he wouldn’t have raised his own son. God, his own son. Those words sit like a rock in my stomach. Does that make Sadie my sister if they’re related and not dating? I wait for bile to climb up my throat in response to my thirsting over my own sister or wait, my cousin, and yet the only thing I feel moving is my dick in my pants. I’m discovering all sorts of terrible things about myself today.
I should’ve taken Rose up on her offers—whatever they were. Maybe if I’d slept with someone before meeting Sadie, I wouldn’t have these sick thoughts. Ironically, the thought of bedding Rose makes all my desire wane. Instant boner loss.
At home, I shove the food in my mouth, thinking more about Sadie. The bells I heard, the rush of blood in my dick, all of that is normal guy stuff. Okay, maybe not the bells, but having a woody? I wake up every morning hard. That’s normal. The bells, well, easy explanation is that I’m at a school. I hear bells all fucking day long. I was probably having residual hearing memory function, if that’s a thing. Besides, love at first sight is not a thing. Maybe lust at first sight I could buy but not love.
I cave and ask Dad one question I know he’d be able to answer. “The girl you left to take care of me, how long had you known her?”
“One look. It was like a bell went off in my head.”
I stare at him, angry all of a sudden. Why’d he have to say that? Why does she have to be the one?
CHAPTER4
SADIE
I smilewhen I see Dunc exiting the school as I head inside. Maybe he forgot something in his car. My mom dropped me off today because Van went in early and I’m lame and still won’t drive. I’ve had my permit so long I had to renew it.
Dunc is staring down at his phone as he passes me.
“Hey, Dunc.”
“What part of I’m not interested are you not fucking getting.” His words stun me so hard I stop walking. What the heck?
“I’m ah,” I stumble over my words. “I’m sorry.” I clearly am terrible at reading people. Van is always right. I should have listened when he told me Dunc was a dick. Even the teacher tried to warn me, and I didn’t want to hear it.
I should know better. At my last school, I got myself shitty friends that used me because I took what people gave me at face value. Van says I give everyone the benefit of the doubt and can never see them for what they truly are: assholes. Sorry, it’s not like I was born with a built-in asshole detector. The two men in my life I love treated me like gold.
“Shit, Sadie, I—” A scream has me pulling my attention away from Dunc to see my mom being kidnapped by some man. Dunc runs toward them. I pull out my phone and call my brother.
He answers on the second ring.
“What’s up?”
“I think Mom is being kidnapped.”
“What?!”
“I’m in front of the school. Your doppelgänger from yesterday is stealing her!” I start moving toward them, not sure what to do.
The man shoves a backpack at Dunc. I hear him say, “If I’m not home tonight, don’t worry. I’m taking care of something.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Dunc shouts back at him, looking just as confused as I am about what’s going on.
“Stop. This is kidnapping!” my mom yells, beating her hands into the man's back. “Someone call the police.”
“Don’t you dare,” the man shouts, already heading toward his truck to toss my mom into the back seat. I try to run after them, but a hand loops around my waist, stopping me.
“What the hell?” I try to wiggle free.
“It’s fine. My dad isn’t going to hurt her.”
“Let me go.” I stomp down on his foot, but that doesn’t work. He didn’t even flinch.
“Calm down,” Dunc tells me. The truck takes off before he releases his hold on me. I step away from him to call 911, but he snatches my phone.
