Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 2

Ryan

Whoever said school should start so fucking early can go straight to hell. Of course, it doesn't help that I stayed up late working on the senior art project I was assigned over the summer for college applications. Luckily enough for me, I was up to catch little Miss Perfect sneaking in past curfew. Was I going to rat her out to her mom? Well, no. Snitches get stitches, after all. Although, taunting her as panic washed over her face was worth all of the sleep I lost last night. The way her green eyes go wide with fear and the nervous stutter when she speaks. It makes my heart palpitate. It’s our last year together and I am going to make sure it’s the best year we’ve ever had. Torturing her will be the cherry on top.

Throwing on my black Converse, ripped jeans, and black crop top, I head downstairs. My dad looks up from the kitchen, eyeing my choice of clothing. He’s never been shy about expressing his disapproval of how I dress because I’m plus-sized. I feel confident in my curves. I believe that if you got it, flaunt it.

“Ryan, I’ve said this before. Don’t you think you should cover up more?” He looks up from over the top of his glasses. I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes.

“Careful, Dad, your fat phobic issues are starting to shine through,” I reply sarcastically, grabbing my backpack and water. He scoffs loudly as I walk out the front door.

Once outside, I see Layla’s boyfriend pulling up. Carson King. 6’3, built, blonde haired, blue eyed, and captain of the football team. Also the hottest guy at our school. As he gets out of his car, I smirk when his eyes roam my body.

“What’s up, Ryan? Need a lift to school?” he excitedly asks as I walk up to him, dancing my fingers along his chest.

“I don’t think your little girlfriend would like me riding along,” I tease, playfully poking his pecs with every word. I don’t have a particular interest in Carson, but I love riling Layla up. He bites his lips, watching my fingers skitter across his chest. At that moment, an idea forms into my head. I lean in to whisper in his ear, purposely taking my time, until the front door slams, making Carson jump back. Silently laughing, I turn around to see Layla stomping toward the car.

“Did you need something, Ryan?” Layla asks as my best friend, Blaze, pulls up, his music blasting too loud for this time of day.

“Nope, my ride’s here!” I skip to his blacked-out Jeep and jump in, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. We have been best friends since we were in diapers. Though my feelings are strictly platonic, Blaze is good at helping me relieve some stress as needed. As he pulls out of the driveway, I blow Layla and Carson a mocking kiss and flip them off as we drive away. The scowl on Layla’s face was enough to make my whole day.

“One of these days, that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude is going to get you into loads of trouble,” Blaze says, shaking his head.

“But my attitude is why you love me.” I bat my eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet, but very fake smile.

“That’s very true.” Blaze shrugs. Anyone who didn’t know Blaze and I would think we were a couple. We have always been affectionate with each other and never gave any fucks what anyone had to say. I don’t know why I can’t see past our friendship. At a buff 6 '5, he has beautiful hazel eyes that any girl could get lost in, brown curly hair, a perfect dimpled smile, and a badass per sonality to go with all of it. Did I mention he’s great in bed and at giving head? My best friend is the total package, just not my type of package.