Trigonometry had been uncomfortable. Everyone was stealing glances at me. I thought it was bad enough when they looked at me and judged me because of the brothers.
They all knew I slapped Brant and probably speculated on why and naturally blamed me since Brant is one of them, and I'm the new girl.
It pissed me off. But all my anger and uncertainty faded when Darius called out to me, and I saw him. These boys were doing something to me.
For as much as they riled me up and made me feel things I never have, they also soothed me and centered me.
That's weird to feel this way about anyone after only a single day. I wish mom were alive to ask. I wish I had asked when I was little about how she fell for dad.
And I don't think I can ask dad. He wouldn't like that I'm interested in any boy, let alone three at once.
Being there with Darius, I felt like we fit. The same way I felt when I was with Elijah or Forrest. What's wrong
There were a handful of students in detention. We were all separated around the room. So, I didn't get to sit with Cassidy. I tried to focus on homework, but it was useless. All I could think about was the triplets and their lips on mine. They'd even managed to make me forget about my father. Though it felt short-lived as I walked with Cassidy to the front entrance to see my father in full uniform, waiting with a stern expression on his face. "Um… I'll see you tomorrow Riko,” Cassidy said, giving me a piece of paper. "My number in case,” she whispered, hurrying to a woman that looked just like her but in her forties. "Hey, mom,” she smiled. The red-haired woman didn't look amused. "Cassidy London Summers, get in the car. You can explain on the way home,” the woman sighed, pointing. Cassidy sheepishly waved to me and left with her mom. My father didn't say a word. He just gave me the same look he's given airmen for decades when they screw
Practice went well, though some of my teammates were wary of talking freely around me, even more so when they saw my brothers hanging out in the bleachers. Probably for the best as those that spent practice silent beyond necessary. After all, they are friends with that dickweed Brant, and our girl got him suspended. He deserves it, not just for harassing Riko but for all next to me but I know my brothers were worried about Riko, just like me, being in detention and how her father might react to it all. We only caught a glimpse of him in the parking lot. He was easy to spot and not just because he was with Riko. He was dressed in the crisp navy color uniform of an air force officer. His jacket breast was decorated with patches and metal badges with what I’m guessing were symbols for his rank at the collar. Riko had only painted him as this stern figurehead. He wasn’t the tallest man I’d seen. He barely stood three inches taller than Riko,
I don’t know what Forrest was thinking about during dinner. After dad tried to assure us, we’d find serious girlfriends. You know the kind you can have a future with. He was quiet; something just looked off about his expression. It was some weird mixture of happy, confused, hopeful, and frustrated, which left me feeling just confused. We can generally always read each other's faces. It’s like we practically share thoughts. After we finished our homework, I had to wait until after dinner before trying to find out. I knew Forrest wouldn’t open up if our parents were in earshot. We liked to keep our secrets. And I’m guessing whatever was up it had to do with our Riko. Yes, I’m calling her ours. We may not like to think or treat her as a secret she is. Our parents wouldn’t get it; no one else would, and I could care less. The only person who needs to be okay with it and get it is Riko. As we trudged up the stairs to our shared room, I locked t
Despite our heart-to-heart after detention, I, of course, was still punished, which meant no phone for a week. I'm glad dad can't crack my password. I don't want to imagine his reaction if he read the group text with the triplets. I remembered when Forrest gave a graphic recount of our physics class with his hand up my skirt. I was blushing just thinking about it. I should probably stop thinking about it, about Forrest’s hand touching and teasing me. I bit my bottom lip, clenching my thighs as I lay in my bed, trying to fall asleep. I glanced to my bedroom door listening for footsteps and watching for shadows. There were none, so dad was still awake in his office or the living room watching tv. I can't believe I'm thinking of doing this. What have these boys done to me? Turning away from the door, I closed my eyes. I was easily imagining Forrest with that teasing smile on his lips, Elijah with that warmth on his eyes watching me with rapture, an
Damn my brothers, both. All last night I had dreams about Riko. Yes, some were dirty and sexy as hell of me exploring every inch of her body and making her cry out in pleasure. But then I had dreams of a wedding. Riko was walking down the aisle at the Cathedral of the Holy Cross, wearing Nana Hazel’s wedding gown with a bright smile on her face as her eyes landed on me...on us. Which I know isn’t possible. Plural marriage is very much illegal. But her in that dress did things to do. Then came dreams of being at an ob-gyn, crammed in a room with my brothers surrounding her on a table as the ultrasound displayed three healthy babies. I was enraptured at the sight of little limbs moving and the sound of fluttering heartbeats. Then looking at her belly in awe that inside her petite body was a new generation of Frost. Then I was pushing a swing in a backyard, a little dark-haired child giggling while Forrest and Riko chased the other two, and Elijah was at the gri
Phew. I am so glad the brothers didn’t try to fight me about my rules. It isn’t that I don’t like them kissing me or touching me. But I can’t have them doing that here at school. It’s only my third day here, and I’m the center of nasty rumors, and I think every girl in school hates me other than Cassidy. I’d like to minimize the damage from getting worse. When they asked if my rules apply outside of school, I hadn’t answered, and now they think that’s a yes. I hadn’t even considered that I’d see them outside of school. And I rather like the idea of seeing them outside of school. Not that I’m sure how that would work. Dad would probably not approve of me going on any dates. I also still need to look around for an after-school job. But I suppose I’ll have to wait and see how things go. I ignored the looks I got as I walked into homeroom with Darius’ arm around me. Darius let me slide into his desk, which he then tried to move closer to my desk.
This whole no touching and kissing at school rule is going to be difficult. I like getting to kiss Riko. But I'll behave. None of us would do anything to upset her or that she doesn't want. So we just need to find ways to see her outside of school. Of course, that means both my brothers got to set up dates with her this weekend before me. Darius claimed Friday night to take her to dinner, and Forrest snagged Saturday to take her to the movies. But I'll get my turn.
These boys are something else. I had been worried for Elijah when he got hit during Gym Class. However, my worry didn’t stop me from laughing. There’s something so empowering knowing I’m that much a distraction. I didn’t even let Jane bother me with her glares during class. And I got along with the girls I was teamed up with. Maire, Amy, and Aleesha all seemed like nice average girls. They were kind and didn’t seem to care about the rumors about the brothers and me. I watched Elijah walk away and smile as Forrest took my hand. “Let’s go, beautiful,” he grinned, giving me a light tug. I quickly fell into step at his side. “So, how’s your day been going?” he asked. “It’s been rather good,” I answered, thinking about how Brant treated people. “I think Brant getting suspended seemed to quell much of the animosity aimed at me. During Gym Class, Amy Bannister thanked me. I guess Brant used to harass her about her weight and poke her, calling her the ‘Pillsbur