20. Easton
EASTON
Everything’s different now. At least it feels different to me. I still want Emma like I did before, but now there is no conflicted feeling about it. I don’t find her antics annoying anymore, and I don’t see her as anything but strong. Fuck, she is the strongest person I know.
She got dealt a fucking shitty hand in life and still refuses to give up. I don’t think giving up is in her vocabulary. I see her in a different light now. Everything I knew about her has shifted and every memory I have is somehow more vivid.
With everything changing, I have to deal with some emotions I’m not very familiar with.
I’ve become worried. Worried about Emma and her condition, worried about what is happening between us, and worst of all, about losing her.
She doesn’t just have a cold; she has fucking cancer.
And with a diagnosis like that, there comes a real chance of dying. The thought shifts my worry to fear.
I’ve never really thought about death before, not in this way. Death has never felt so close to me. It suddenly feels personal. Sure, I lost my grandpa a few years ago, but that’s how it’s supposed to be. You grow old, have a couple of kids, some grandkids, and then you die.
Thinking about death and Emma at the same time is like trying to force two magnets together. She just isn’t supposed to die. She is young and has her whole life ahead of her. And yet, no matter how much I don’t want to put the two together, the thought is hovering over me like a dark rain cloud.
“So, are you coming or not?” Carter drags me from my gloomy thoughts.
“Come where?” I ask, because I have no idea what he was going on about before.
He rolls his eyes at me. “The party!”
“Oh, that. No, probably not,” I say quickly. Going out is the last thing I want to do now.
“Yeah, not feeling it either,” Preston agrees. “We’ve got more volunteering to do, anyway.”
“Man, I hope your dad lets you off the hook soon.” Carter slaps my shoulder as he gets up from his seat. “I’ve got to run, catch you losers later.”
“Later,” I mumble when Preston jams his elbow in my ribs.
“What the fuck?” I rub my side before following my brother’s gaze. My eyes land on Emma, walking into the cafeteria with her head down. She quickly walks toward the line, where she grabs a tray and waits.
It’s been two days since we saw her at the hospital. She didn’t come to school yesterday, and she didn’t answer any of our text messages either. My eyes stay glued to her small form as she moves down the line and pays.
She turns around with her tray in her hand and scans the room for somewhere to sit. Her eyes connect with mine, and I see her stiffen from across the room. I lift my hand and wave her over to sit with us, but she shakes her head and turns away.
“Is she serious?” Preston asks before we both look at each other, dumbfounded.
“Of course she is,” I reply, glancing back at Emma, who has taken a seat on the other side of the room.
Without another word, we both get up, grab our trays, and walk over to her. She is unwrapping her sandwich as we each take a seat next to her at the table.
“I didn’t invite you to sit with me,” she informs us before taking a big bite of her lunch. Good, she is eating.
“We don’t need an invite,” Preston snaps. “Why didn’t you come and sit with us?”
She shews slowly, making us wait on her to respond like she holds all the power here. When she finally swallows her food, she says, “I don’t want the attention, okay? Can you please leave me alone and sit somewhere else?”
“No,” me and my twin say in unison.
She sighs heavily before taking another bite. With the food still in her cheek. She mumbles, “Fine, but no talking.”
I lift my finger to my lips and pretend to zip them up and throw away the key. The corner of Emma’s lip curls up for a split second before she catches herself and frowns instead.
She keeps that frown up for the next two bites, glaring at her sandwich like it’s somehow its fault that we are sitting with her now. Then she puts her sandwich down with a huff and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Don’t tell me you’re done already,” I warn.
“You barely ate half,” Preston points out.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want anyone to know,” she says with a sigh. “I don’t want anyone hovering over me. I still don’t understand why you two can’t leave me alone.”
“Are we back on that now? When will you understand that you can’t get rid of us?” I question before ordering, “take another bite.”
“Unless you want me to barf in your lap, I would advise against it.”
“Do you not feel well? I can take you home.”
Emma rolls her eyes at me. “I’m fine. This is normal for me. Sometimes I can’t stand more than a few bites. I’ll eat again after my next class… which I have to go to now.”
She gets up from her chair, grabbing her tray.
Preston and I do the same. We don’t have to say it out loud.
We know we are walking her to her next class.
As we return our trays to the cart, I catch sight of Brittany waltzing into the room like she owns this place.
Her beady eyes land on Emma, and protectiveness surges in me.
Just as I assumed, Brittany heads straight for Emma, “Hey, wig girl!”
I step in front of Emma protectively. “Turn around and walk the other way,” I order, stopping Brittany mid-stride.
“What, is she your charity case or something?”
If she was a dude, I would knock her teeth out right now. Unfortunately, I have to deal with her a little more civilized. “Get lost or I’ll tell everyone you gave me an STD.”
“Are you serious?” she asks in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
“Deadly, now get lost.” Preston is already next to me.
“Whatever.” She gives us the finger before she spins around and heads back out of the door.
“I don’t need your protection. I can take care of myself,” Emma says as she shoves past.
She walks toward the exit, and we follow close behind. “We just looked out for you.”
“I don’t want to be your pet project!” she yells when we’re outside of the building. “I want to be left alone, but you two idiots won’t get it through your thick skulls.”
She picks up her pace, as if she could outrun us. We keep up with her easily. “What else do you want?” I ask curiously. “What could we do for you to help you out?”
“Nothing!” she yells back as we reach the end of the courtyard. She pauses to look at me. “I want nothing from you. I just want to be normal. I want everyone to treat me like I’m not sick. Is that so hard to understand?”
“You want us to treat you like any other girl?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yes!” She nods, not realizing the idea she just gave me.
“Fine, come on then,” I urge, as I grab her hand in mine.
She gives me a confused look before I drag her into the science building in front of us. Preston follows without question, probably having the same thoughts as me when I pull Emma into the first empty classroom I can find.
Preston shuts the door behind us and turns the lock.
“What do you think you are doing?” Emma gasps innocently as I position myself behind her.
“You said you want to be treated like every other girl,” I explain. “So that’s what you are getting.”
I look at Preston, who has caught on and is already grinning ear to ear.
He eats up the distance between him and Emma in one large stride until she is sandwiched between our bodies with nowhere to go. I grab her hips and pull her flush against me. My cock is already hard when the softness of her ass rubs over it.
“I’m not doing this with you again,” she says meekly, her hands trying to shove at Preston’s chest. He grabs her wrists and forces her hands to her sides before he lowers his head and presses his lips to hers.
She leans back against me, her head tucked under my chin while Preston kisses her. It only takes a few moments before she relaxes in my hold, and I know she is kissing him back. I grin with satisfaction.
My hands leave her hips and roam over the rest of her body. She starts to move against me, her ass rubbing over my dick until precum leaks from the tip.
I can’t wait to be inside of her again.
Preston breaks the kiss and spins her in his hold so I can have a turn. Emma’s lips are swollen and wet, her eyes hooded and her pupils dilated.
“You were saying?” I tease, but don’t give her time to answer. She opens her mouth, but my lips are on hers before a word comes out. My tongue meets hers and a possessive groan rips from my throat. She tastes like heaven and feels even better.
I kiss her senseless until we are both breathing heavily. Somehow, my hands make it under her shirt, where I cup her bra-covered tits. I run my fingers over her nipples, making her shudder under my touch.
By the time I pull away, her eyes are closed, and she is nothing but putty in our hands.
“Be a good girl and take your clothes off,” I demand, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She lifts her arms and lets me pull the fabric off her body. Preston unhooks her bra and her tits spill free.
I cup both of them, kneading them in my palm while enjoying the heavy feel. Preston pulls down her shorts and panties, leaving her standing naked between us. She is no longer fighting this. Her shoulders are relaxed, and her arms are hanging loosely by her side.
“I want you to bend over the table,” I say, pointing to one of the desks.
To my utter surprise, she nods and does exactly what she’s told. She bends over, placing her forearms onto the smooth wood as she sticks her ass out at us. Her pink pussy comes into view, and I almost lose it. She looks so fucking sexy right now.
I reach into my shorts and free my aching cock. Positioning myself behind Emma, I line my dick up with her entrance. I run the tip through her wet folds, before pushing into her in one hard thrust.
“Fuck!” I groan, grabbing her hips to hold her in place. I pull out slowly just to bury myself inside of her heat all over again.