I wish the administration would change their policy and let my brothers and I be in the same classes. They’d save so much of a headache for every teacher who can’t remember our names.
Instead, they just use the blanket ‘Mr. Frost’. It’s bad enough that our parents can tell us apart without color-coordinating us. However, in school, only our bookbags identify us, and still, no one notices.
So far, this morning has been dull. However, I had gotten texts from my brothers regularly. This morning, Forrest had drawn the short straw of walking Jane to her homeroom. Honestly, Darius should just kick her to the curb.
She didn’t know which brother was which, and I swear to God I might just break my ‘no hitting girls’ rule and hit her the next time she tries to kiss me, thinking I’m Darius.
And now I had the worst class of the day. Not that I don’t like Gym class. I’m athletic. I am, after all, the pitcher for our varsity baseball team. No, I don’t like my gym class because Jane and her skank squad are in it. And they can’t bother to remember I’m Elijah.
Forrest had texted us early this morning about a cute new girl that ran into him outside the office. I barely paid all the girls as they lined up and exited their locker room until she came out.
He didn’t know her name, just that she was hot and geeky, having patches on her bag, including the Uchiha clan symbol. Of course, leave it to the anime geek to notice that or find that to make her more attractive.
Darius texted after homeroom her name, Riko Shiraishi. Lucky fuck gets to sit next to her, making the monotone history lesson from Mr. Weaver much more entertaining.
I stopped myself from smiling as I watched her. Her red shorts hitting mid-thigh gave me all sorts of dirty thoughts as I looked at her bare legs. She’s petite as fuck. I’m sure some wouldn’t notice the curves of her body because of this, but I certainly did.
Unlike some other girls in the class, where their shirts seemed to strain to contain their breasts, they most likely bought their shirts a size too small. Riko’s shirt just barely showed her chest.
My guess is she’s a B cup at best or maybe an A. I don’t care, and neither do my brothers. Smaller breasts fit better in the mouth and the hand.
We locked eyes as she finally realized I was looking at her. There seemed to be a few emotions in her eyes. It would seem like others she doesn’t know I’m not Darius. Then another realization hit me.
She’s new here. She may not even know there are three of us. Oh, this just got a lot more interesting. As I contemplated how I would get close to her during class, the green-eyed monster known as Jane reared her ugly head.
I narrowed my eyes as she pulled Riko’s braid. What a bitch. If anyone’s pulling those locks, it’s my brothers and me. I couldn’t tell what Jane was saying over the noise in the Gym, but I knew it wasn’t good, and it had pissed off Riko.
And I was done with Jane’s shit. I stormed my way across the Gym before the coach could even shout at me.
“Back off now, Jane,” I said using my most commanding voice. The Frost family wasn’t one to cross. Beyond running the Fortune 500 company Frost Technologies, we’re the company governments come to when they want tech, ships, or aircraft.
My grandfather and his brothers also run a high-profile law firm. My family is the richest in the state and only holds second in the country to the Waltons. We at least pay our employees well.
Jane flinched at how harsh my words were as she took a step away from Riko. “D… Darius. Hi babe. Just offering the newbie some friendly advice” she pushed a smile to her face.
Of course, Jane doesn’t even know I’m not the triplet that she’s quasi dating. I rolled my eyes at her. “Never call me ‘babe’ again. We aren’t dating. So, stop acting like we are,” I stated coldly.
“Go stand at the other end of the line,” I pointed to the far end of the row. Jane’s eyes went wide. I don’t know if it’s because she takes this to mean Darius has broken up with her, which he should have months ago, or that the end of the line I pointed to was where the unpopular girls were.
Riko blinked, looking up at me, her cupid bow lips having formed a perfect ‘o’ that, just like the sight of her bare legs, gave me dirty thoughts. And I’m supposed to be the sweet one of our trio. “But… but Darius,” Jane tried to plead.
“Now,” I said, pointing. Jane looked like she was about to cry. I don’t give a fuck. I never liked her. She gulped and clenched her fists at her sides but didn’t dare talk again and just walked to where I had pointed.
“You… you didn’t need to do that,” Riko finally spoke. Holy shit, does she have a sweet-sounding voice. She could read me the ingredients on the box of cereal, and I’d be enraptured.
“Yes, I did. Next time that she messes with you, smack her!” I stated. “FROST! GET BACK IN LINE!” Coach shouted.
“Till next time, honey,” I winked and headed back over to the line. I glanced back and saw her just standing there stunned. She wasn’t the only one.
The other girls had a similar expression. Though they all looked at Riko with a hint of jealousy, I even stepped in, let alone speak to her.
The rest of the class went by without much issue. The boys’ class split into groups to play basketball while the girls played volleyball. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift over now and then to find her.
Watching her move, realizing despite her size, she was athletic. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was flexible. I couldn’t place why but there was something about her.
Maybe it’s because while my brothers and I can agree on many things, we’ve never been interested in the same girl. Amy next class and changing, I sent my brothers a text.
Elijah - So I just had PE with that Riko chick you mentioned
Forrest - Lucky bastard
Darius - He probably didn’t even talk to her
Elijah - Yes, I did. Oh, and btw you broke up with Jane
Forrest - LMAO! FINALLY! I’m sick of her clinging to my arm, thinking I’m D
Darius - I was going to do that during lunch but ok. You saved me the trouble?
Elijah - Other than she’s a total Bitch that doesn’t know which of us is you?
Darius - Yes
Elijah - She was messing with Riko. I took offense. Made her stand with the unpopular girls she loathes.
Forrest - Priceless. Too bad you didn’t get a pic
Darius - And does Riko realize you aren’t me? Or should I expect a grateful Riko next class we cross paths?
Elijah - Jane called me Darius *eye roll* so probably not. I don’t think anyone’s told her there are three of us.
Forrest - Ooo, this just got more fun
Darius - How so?
Elijah - What do you mean?
Forrest - I just walked into physics, and guess who’s at the same workstation as me.
Elijah - Fucker
Darius - Fucker
“Put the phone away, Mr. Frost. And take your seat,” M.s Riley said, clearing her throat. I rolled my eyes and pocketed my phone, finding my seat for my English class.
Damn it, tomorrow I’m swapping physics with Forrest. I want to have her as my lab partner. Instead, I slumped into my chair, tossing my red bag down, and took out my copy of The Great Gatsby we’ve been reading.
“Hey… Frost,” a voice behind me wanting my attention. “What, Collin?” I sighed, knowing who it was. “So, you dumped Jane?” he asked. I rolled my eyes.
He calls himself our friend, but he doesn’t know who I am either. “That’s the gist of it. All yours if you want to deal with her,” I shrugged, focusing more on my reading.
“What about the new girl? I hear she’s hot and wants to know if she’s free game,” he whispered, and I clenched my jaw. “Look at her, and we will remove your eyeballs with a rusty spoon. Touch her, and we will help pay for your funeral,” I warned.
I still don’t know what to think about what Darius did during Gym Class. Did he break up with his girlfriend for pulling my hair? But possibly the weirder thing is I don’t believe this was Darius. He looked exactly like the guy Barbie… I mean, Jane was hanging on this morning and the guy from my history class. But there was something different about him. All three interactions I’ve had with him have been off. Like he’s three different people. There are three of him, which seriously the world couldn’t handle that many of them or has multiple personalities, which also doesn’t seem right. I tried not to think about it as I made my way to my next class, physics. I could hear people whispering around me. “I heard one of them set their sights on her.” “I think it was Darius.” “Who knows.” “He dumped Jane for her.” “No way.” The various whispers circulated and did clear something up. One of them. So, there is more than one Frost. I felt a fluttering se
My brothers and I had been texting as usual during and between classes. The school had been sure to keep us out of the same courses, which was ridiculous. But whatever. It’s just a hassle for us. Forrest told us that Riko has managed to work out three of us and even identify ways to be different. That's rare indeed. This makes her even more interesting. Too bad none of us have had a class with her since Forrest's 5th-period physics. Now it was my lunch period, the last lunch period of the day. It is ridiculous to have lunch at the end of the day. But I'm not the principal or head of the school board that decides such things. I managed to get through the lunch line without issue. Of course, since I sat down with some of the guys from the football, baseball, and basketball teams, Jane has been watching me. She's probably looking for an opening to try and talk to me after Elijah dumped her on my behalf during Gym Class. The guys were talking
I’d planned to slap that asshole when he grabbed my ass. My father did not raise some weak girl that couldn’t protect herself. But I never got the chance. Whichever Frost was in the cafeteria reacted before I could. It caught everyone by surprise. And I just stood there stunned. He’d not only stood up for me but got away with choking one of his friends, well, if that guy was his friend, in the middle of the cafeteria. Afterward, he brought me outside to sit for lunch. I was still not sure what to make of it all. Why were he and his brothers giving me any attention? I must admit I like how his large hand so easily encompassed mine and the warmth I felt from him. It was also rather sweet that he used his jacket to directly ensure I didn’t sit on the cold metal chair. I knew this was the Frost I had in homeroom. The bag matched but also the posture and demeanor. I just needed to know what his name was. So, noticing how he looked at my lunch,
“That is just so not fair,” I grumbled as I got my stuff from my locker. “You’re so dramatic, little brother,” Darius rolled his eyes from his locker to my left. “No, I agree with Forrest. So not fair. You got to have a full conversation with her, eat lunch together. Fuck she fed you. It’s bullshit. You are swapping lunch periods with one of us tomorrow,” Elijah chimed in from my right. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “Just keep in mind she will know the difference,” he added, shutting his locker. “We know that. That’s why we like Riko. Granted, it is fun to fool people. But it would be nice to be acknowledged as individuals,” I pointed out. My brothers both raised an eyebrow at me. “What? I can have a coherent and deep thought. I’m not always joking,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. “We know, baby brother. It’s just not often you do,” Darius taunted, patting my shoulder. “Let’s head home. We can discuss this more later,” Elijah sighed. The
How did things end up like this? I had every intention of just quietly finishing my senior year. Sure, ice garnered attention at each new school I've attended over the years. But nothing like this. It makes me wish the Frost brothers had just left me alone. If they had, Jane and her friends would leave me alone. But it just seems every interaction with one of the brothers escalated their aggression towards me. They were culminating with an attack on me as I was heading for my bus. It's ridiculous. I didn't do anything wrong. Okay, so maybe Jane could be mad about my lunch with Darius. I'll admit feeding him wasn't innocent. But it still isn't a good reason for them to shove me, steal my bag, and continue to push me around as they encircled me. They were looking for a fight. And I had enough and gave it to them. It was when that teacher stepped in, I considered I had made the wrong choice. And once again, the Frost brothers got involved def
Dinner with dad went fine. I kept worrying that he was going to ask questions about who drove me home. I’m very thankful he didn’t. I wasn’t sure how to explain the triplets to him. And no matter how I explained it unless I could say they are homosexual; dad wouldn’t like it. Not only do I not want to deal with that, but I then also run the risk that he’ll try to transfer me to an all-girls school. And while I haven’t made any friends, unless the brothers count, and only really made enemies, I don’t want to transfer schools. After cleaning up from dinner, I prepped my lunch for tomorrow. I found myself wondering if Darius would eat lunch with me again. And found myself smiling at the thought of sharing my lunch with him and wishing his brothers were also in our lunch period. “That’s a lot of food for you,” my father commented as he loaded the dishwasher. I furrowed my brow and looked down. It was almost double what I’d packed for today.
I wished Riko had just texted us her address so we could have picked her up. I don’t trust that bitch Grace as far as I could throw our car. All three of us had tried to text her, but either she turned her phone off or was on silent. Which neither would be surprising. She seemed like one of those kids that followed the rules and wouldn’t want to be in trouble for her phone during school hours. Is her dad why she wouldn’t let us pick her up or drop her off at home? I mean, I know my share of intimidating dads. If Reese weren’t already able to intimidate every guy she’s ever met, Uncle Apollo sure would. I’m pretty sure the only reason dad even managed to date mom was because his dad, grandpa Adien, was friends with her dad, Grandpa Ares. We could handle a protective, military father. And I’m sure her dad would be cool with it if he understood that some of the girls at school have decided to target Riko thought that was our fault. But even m
I don't use the word hate often. My mother always quoted William Penn when I was a girl. “Dislike what deserves it, but never hate: for that is of the nature of malice, which is almost ever to persons, not things, and is one of the blackest qualities sin begets in the soul.” I kept repeating that quote, hearing her sweet and comforting voice as I was pushed against my lock and called all manner of vile things by Jane and her friends. I repeated it as I rushed to homeroom, and I used all my willpower not to look at or respond to Darius. I only just met them. If I gave them what they wanted, if I stayed away from them, they'd leave me alone. It shouldn't be hard, right? It should be easy. Then why did it hurt so much when I told Darius to leave me alone, for all of them to leave me alone? I found myself shutting myself in a bathroom stall. "Fuck!” I yelled in frustration. I leaned my head back against the booth, closing my eyes, trying to ho