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We both get lost in our thoughts again. Sitting in silence, with our breathing the only noise coming from either of us.
I rub my face with both my hands, conflicted on what we do next.
“I left a note on her car last month, letting her know we were still watching. After she read it, she finger fucked herself in her car while holding it close to her chest. I watched, I was in the fucking trees on campus waiting for her maybe only five minutes to make sure she got it. And I watched her lick her fingers after smiling. Then I texted her, I got her number from your phone.”
I cut him off, “What? How did you get in my phone?”
“We are twins, dumbass. Same eyes.” This motherfucker, when else has he done this?
“I know what you’re thinking. That was the first time I tried it and I didn’t know it would even work. But back to what I was saying, after I watched her, I sent a text sayinggood girl. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
“So what do you suggest we do now?” He asks, tortured by feelings neither of us have felt before.
“We aren’t him. Father gets off on hurting us, he thrives on our fear. We liked fucking with Banksy and toward the end she liked it too. Let’s get through midterms, make sure she does what she’s fucking supposed to and figure shit out when we get back after Spring Break. We both have a meeting with her about our classes before then, and we will remind her of her job and see what happens from there.”
If she fucks us again, it’s done.She’sdone. Banks will never see daylight again after the semester ends. You don’t fuck us twice and get away with it. If she does what we need her to do, what she promised to fucking do, it makes shit a whole lot more complicated. We are twenty-one year old men who are battling our emotions and it’s making us very uncomfortable. It’s consuming our lives and taking over our minds. There is no more escaping it. It’s time to face it head on.
Standing up, I grab my brother's shoulder and squeeze it. He looks up at me and nods.
“We will figure this out. One way or another, we will. I promise, Hud.” I am the more emotional one, internally, never showing much on my exterior. He is putting his faith in me now and I can’t let him down.
As I walk up the stairs, Hud shouts, “As much as I want to fuck her, I want to her hurt more, man. She got off on that shit too. I know it.”
Yeah, so do I.
“Go to sleep man, we have bag skates in the morning.” Reminding him of our physical torture on the ice is all I can give him right now, because it’s the only answer I have.
29
BANKS
Time has been a blur. It’s already the end of February, midterms are approaching and so is spring break. The guys are in the playoffs, so after the break they are full steam ahead in that round robin.
I have a meeting with the twins today. I’ve held it off as long as possible. We’ve been cordial in the locker room if we run into each other, but not much contact has been made since I got the ‘good girl’ text and note.
“Ah, Ms. Lewis. Long time no see,” Hudson walks into my office first. He winks when I look up and takes a seat in the chair across the desk from me. Landon follows, “Ms. Lewis,” and closes the door.
“Hey guys, so,” before I can finish, Hudson brings his chair forward, getting closer to the desk and me.
“You will use the cash you already have and pay the professors like they should have been paid at finals. We are paying them that money for midterms and we will give you another fifteen grand at finals. We normally do not pay at midterms, because who fucking cares about them? But you will not fuck up our final semester for us. We need to graduate andget the fuck out of here. Understood?” His voice is stern as his nostrils flare. His eyes laser focused on mine. No doubt he senses my fear.
“How? Do they even know it’s coming? That it is from you guys?”
Hudson laughs at my question, “Of course they know it’s coming. The professors from last semester are pissed they didn’t get shit. So your cut goes to them. It’s your job to fix this, you are no longer getting paid for it.”
The money would have been nice, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll give it away to whoever they tell me to if it means I don’t get locked up again. My body is shaking, “I understand. I’ll do it.”
He slaps the top of the desk with his hand, the sound startles me causing me to jump in my chair.
“Good girl, Banksy,” he says smirking.
“So what, we kill time now. Make it seem like we are talking about how we are such bad boys and need to improve our grades? I’d rather do bag skates or mandatory workouts.” Landon says casually, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed. He is acting closed off. These guys are so confusing. I never know which side of them I will get. Not bothering to respond to Landon, I focus back on my computer. Hudson slaps the top of the desk again, “My brother was talking to you!” He raises his voice.
My heart is racing. “I know. Sorry, yes. Give it ten minutes, then you can leave. If you leave before then, it will be suspicious.”
Hudson slides his chair back and kicks his legs out, pulling out his phone from his pants pocket, joining his brother in scrolling.
Once it feels safe to do so, I look back to my computer, but I am unable to focus. My mind and body are shook, anxiety and anticipation washes through me.
