Don't Call Me Angel

"Alright, baby, I'll come pick you up after school," Silas said as he leaned in for a kiss. I shuffled away and glared at him with wide, angry eyes. He laughed at my reaction. We were in the parking lot, and people were walking around. I could spot a crowd of girls from a distance, watching us—or rather, watching Silas. He always managed to gather a fan club of his own everywhere he went. I was sure each one of those girls would be dying to be in my place.

The point was, everyone already knew that Silas and I were siblings. How creepy would it be if they saw us kiss? "Okay, see you later," I told him and grabbed my bag. I started to get out of the car, but Silas held my hand before I could leave. I turned to look at him. There was a grim expression on his face.

"That boyfriend of yours, break things off with him. Okay?"

"Okay, anything else?"

"Yeah, I love you, baby."

I giggled. "I love you too, bro." Silas grinned at my words. I could see how badly he wanted to kiss me at that moment. Too bad we were in public. As I walked into school, I thought about how much easier it would be in our relationship if we moved away to a place where no one knew about us. He could kiss me on the lips all he wanted. There was a soft smile on my face as I made my way to my locker to get my books.

In a few days, I would be graduating high school. It was something I had looked forward to for a long time. I used to think that once I graduated, I would officially be free to go wherever I wanted. But now, I found the idea ridiculous. I didn’t even know where my dad was, and even if I did, I had no money to sustain myself. How would I possibly manage to live on my own? But with Silas by my side... wait, did Silas even have a job? And was I seriously going to depend on him to take care of my every need while we were away?

I was graduating high school, but somehow, I hadn’t managed to think of what to do with myself afterward. Maybe I should start searching for a job, but I had no idea where my dad was yet. So, who’s to say where in the world I would find myself while searching for him?

"Kerry."

"Carter?"

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, how are you... and Emily?" I was expecting her to be right behind him. I couldn’t keep my eyes from gazing behind him as if to check whether Emily was there. Okay, things were a bit awkward between us. Before I left for the beach house, I told Carter that I would consider getting back with him. He had told me that his kiss with Emily had been one-sided—she had been the one who had initiated it. Maybe if I hadn’t gone through what I did, I might have considered getting back together with him. But now that I knew he had Emily in his heart, of course, I wasn’t going to stand between them.

"Is there a reason you didn’t pick up my calls? I’ve been trying to reach you."

"Oh, but why?"

"Why? That’s it?" He stared at me expectantly. What else did he want me to say? Besides, I had no idea he even called me. I tend to forget that I still have a phone, not after living without one for nearly a month.

"Alright, I’m sorry I didn’t get your call."

"You didn’t or you refused to respond to them?"

"Am I being accused of something?"

"I’ve been fucking worried about you, Kerry. You have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from going after you. I already said I was sorry. I didn’t want to kiss Emily. I love you, alright? So please..."

"Carter, I’m not angry with you."

"But you believe I have feelings for Emily. You think that I want to be with her."

"How did you...?"

"I can read your fucking mind!" He snapped, causing me to flinch back. His expression morphed into guilt, and he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I love you, Kerry."

"I know you do. But maybe you’re just not in love with me. We’ve known each other for a long time. If you really did have romantic feelings, you would have said something. When Emily came, you instantly had a connection with her. Yes, you love me. But not as much as you love her. You are trying to convince yourself because you think we’re well-suited for each other."

"Geez, can you stop talking like you know how I feel?"

"Consider it. Maybe give Emily a chance, and then, if you find out that you really aren’t in love with her, we can..."

Someone cleared his throat, grabbing both of our attention. I was stunned to see Silas leaning against one of the lockers, watching us with dark red eyes. How long had he been standing there? I was sure Carter must have noticed his arrival. Why didn’t he say something? I quickly moved back to put some distance between Carter and me. Carter watched me shuffle back and then glared at Silas, who glared right back. It felt like they might pounce on each other at any moment. Gosh, this was so damn awkward. Why did I ever think that messing around with multiple guys at once was a good idea?

"Silas? Y... you came back?"

"You forgot your phone in the car. And since someone kept calling you," his eyes turned even scarier as he said the latter part, "I thought you might want to have it back. Maybe settle the score once and for all."

Carter didn’t look like he was interested in dealing with Silas today. They never really got along. "Let’s talk about this later." He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my cheek before walking away. He did that only to spite Silas, and it worked very well.

I turned to Silas and was about to stutter out an explanation, but he didn’t listen. He grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, ignoring the girls who checked him out as he walked past them. None of them questioned why he was taking me into the restroom. I guess everyone thought we didn’t get along well, so they might think we were going in there to yell at each other. I thought so too.

"Silas..."

"Hush." He pulled me into one of the toilet stalls, then his hands went to unbutton my jeans.

"What the hell! Have you lost your mind?"

"No, but I have something to prove."

"What?"

"I’m going to fuck you right here, and I will make sure to mark every inch of your body so when that asshole sees you in class, he knows who you belong to."

"But we are ah... mh..." He dipped his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit against the fabric of my underwear.