The ride home was ..well in one word..awkward. Jasmine tried talking to me but after a couple of minutes, she gave up and put on the radio which I turned back off. After that happening a couple of times, she just sighed and let me have my way. We didn't talk throughout the whole ride. When we got home, I slammed the door, stormed up the stairs, slammed my room door and locked it. I know that I am being childish but oh well, she did not need to back the dude up.
I just turn on my music player to the highest level, lay on my bed and try to analyse why today went from fun to horrible. I don't even know how I am going to deal with the extra drama tomorrow. If I wanted drama, I would have set up someone for something just like the good old days. OMG, is this the karma my sis keeps talking about? It sucks. UGHH and that Davsion dude better not test me again unless he wants more than a doughnut thrown at him. Boys and I don't just mix. That's the last thought I have before sleeping off.
I am woken up by the smell of pie. Oh she's good. She knows my weakness and she's using it well. I'm starvinggg. I didn't even get to finish my doughnuts, I'm sure one tiny slice of that pie would taste soo good. NO! I am stronger than this. I open the door and walk down the stairs with my chin held high. I glance at my sister smiling at me with the pie in her hands and then I turn around and strut towards the living room.
"Oh come on!" she yells
I smirk and turn on to the TV. "Project Runway" is on. Yeah like I watch that. I keep scrolling and eventually just put it on some random channel. The grumble of my tummy gives me sister the motivation to persevere so she places the pie on the living room table and takes a slice herself. My tummy keeps making all kinds of noise but I just stare at the TV. God knows I'm not paying attention to the show. I don't even know what they are showing.
She leaves and heads to the kitchen leaving the pie. I know it's a trap but I can't stop myself. I cut a small portion and quickly put it in my mouth. I feel like I'm on a secret mission..."PIE INVASION".
"AH HA. I knew you couldn't last" says Jasmine
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Don't play dumb with me. You have never been able to resist my sweet apple pie."
I am about to cut a big slice from the pie when she grabs it from the table
"Hey!" I exclaim
"You get pie when you talk to me"
"WHAT AM I DOING NOW?" I yell
"You know what I mean. Let's talk about what happened today"
"Oh you mean how you stabbed me in the back"
Like I said, childish. I wasn't even angry anymore. Just wanted her to pay for it.
"Dude, I didn't know it hurt you like that. I would have told him to stop."
"Well it did. Today was meant to be great, you know. A new start, away from all high school drama. You know what I went through back then. And now on my first day, I am already the talk of the town."
"Yes I remember. Let's not talk about it. Well you could own this situation"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't fight this. Embrace it and own it. Eventually people would let it go if they know they can't hurt you. If they call you Miss Montana, make some joke about you being famous. You can do this"
"But that sounds dangerously close to being like you. I know we are identical but still. I'm not that nice, merry, cherry girl and you know that. Or have you forgotten how I threw that book at you for eating the last cookie? Or how I poured water down your back for pecking my ex? I get back at people, it's part of me. Oh and that Davison is going to feel my wrath."
"Hey, leave Davison alone. Don't draw him into your craziness. He was just being funny"
"Yeah at my own expense. This is why I don't like talking to you"
"Oh really?" she says in shock.
I can feel this already turn into another fight.
"Yes really. You are too naive and people will trample all over you if you keep this up. Always trying to see the good side of people. Newsflash: Not everyone has a good side. There are monsters out there that will hurt you and break you without a second thought." I shout.
"No they won't." she yells back.
"Yes they will. Or have you forgotten about Greg so soon?"
Immediately that line leaves my mouth, I regret it. The look of surprise and hurt in the eyes of my twin leaves me frozen and speechless. She gets up, storms to her room and slams the door but the door doesn't block the sound of her cries. She was only trying to help and I made her cry. I feel like the worst sister ever.