Chapter 3 3

Have you ever felt torn? Completely indecisive to the point where you have no idea what to do? Well, I was currently having one of those moments.

So, what did I do?

What I always did: I called for reinforcements.

"Kamdyn!" I yelled out my twin brother's name while standing in front of the mirror.

A few seconds later, he came running into my bedroom, his eyes wide and frantic.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" he asked as he walked up to me, his blue-green eyes full of concern.

Nodding, I had a pout on my face as I replied, "Yea, I just need your opinion on something for Jessica's party later. Should I wear the black sheer stockings with this black bodycon or the black fishnet ones?"

"Bloody hell lil' sis! I thought you were dying or something," Kamdyn grumbled, though he walked over to the clothing options that were laid out on the bed.

I rolled my eyes, "Pfft, you'd swear you were like ten years older than me or something and not just a whooooole one minute the way you act."

"Hey, I was born first, regardless if it was by an hour, a minute or a second. It makes me the older one," he grinned before adding, "and I'd go with the fishnet, makes them thick thighs of yours look banging."

"Ugh, such a boy," I laughed softly while playing with a lock of my curly honey-brown hair.

"Don't act like you don't come begging for my male opinion Kaelyn," he exaggerated the pronunciation of each syllable of my name.

"I don't beg...!" my cheeks flushed while putting away the sheer stockings before moving back to stand in front of the mirror.

"Uh huh, anyway, Zayn said he'd be here in a few minutes. Why don't you ask for his opinion? I mean, seeing as that's whom you're dressing up for anyway," he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Kamdyn walked up behind me and put his muscular arms around my waist.

"Come on KL, we turn 18 in a few weeks, when are you going to tell him?" my brother asked as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Erm, never? Come on KD," my voice strained before continuing, "you know I don't want to break up the friendship and bond that we have."

Laughing, Kamdyn agreed, "Yea well, I suppose the three of us being best friends was inevitable given that all our parents are best friends. But I mean, one of us has got to fulfil our parents' wish of joining the two families."

I grumbled incoherently under my breath as I watched our reflection in the mirror.

"What? Don't look at me like you don't want the same thing. Besides, Zayn's little sister Zara is jailbait so there's no hope of us ever dating!" Kamdyn said as he scrunched his nose up at the thought.

A small teasing grin formed at my lips while speaking, "She's only 5 years younger, nothing a few years of waiting can't solve."

"Yea, no. We both know that's not an option. Either way, everyone's betting on you and Z to hook up at some point, even me!" he countered with a cheesy smirk.

Shaking my head, I could not help but ask, "I don't see how that's ever going to happen. I mean he changes girlfriends almost as fast as you do! I Swear I don't know how you guys can claim to respect women and do the things that you do."

"Okay first of all, we respect women! Secondly, we respect their right to express their sexuality in any which way they want–" Kamdyn said with a knowing grin before my elbow to his ribs stopped him mid-sentence.

"Gross! I thought I told you to never give me details of your sexcapades! Ugh!" my face soured at the thought of my twin having sex.

"Just wait, you'll ask for specifics when you're ready to lose that virginity of yours," he teased me before adding, "although I'm sure Zayn can manage just fi–"

This time I elbowed him even harder as I cut him off again.

"Ow! Damn, I'm just joking sis, stop hitting me!" he complained with a pout.

"Then stop saying shit!" I countered with a matching scowl of my own.

My brother's facial features changed as he added with a smile, "And for your information, you know very well that he's never had a girlfriend and those are just girls that he dates, big difference."

"Uh huh. Has Z told you he's interested in me? I mean, you're telling me to approach him but I'm not about to make a fool out of myself and make things awkward between us," I say as my gaze remained fixed on my brother.

Kamdyn shrugged casually, "You know the rules of Triple Threat, we don't break the bond. Whatever the other confides, we keep it a secret."

Did I mention that we had a strict Switzerland policy between the three of us?

Yeah! If there is a fight between two of us, the other in the group does not get involved. Similarly, when we confide in each other, we keep it a secret, unless it's a secret that everyone in the group should know about.

"Look sis, we both know that you can get any guy that you want, and if you wanted Zayn, I'm pretty sure you could have him. I've seen him flirting with you, maybe instead of rolling your eyes and brushing him off, you should flirt back?" he suggested, while raising his eyebrows.

"Yea, he flirts, but he flirts with everyone, so how do I know if he's being serious or not?" I countered curiously.

Shrugging, Kamdyn replied, "You won't know unless you try. It's like I said, if you really like him, go after him. He's a guy, we aren't that difficult to figure out. I mean hello, he'd be stupid not to like you. Look at yourself, you're gorgeous!" his hands rested on my shoulders, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"Just because society thinks I'm gorgeous doesn't mean I can't be self-conscious..." my voice trailed off as I bit my inner cheek

"Yea well, I guess I can understand you wanting to hide your butt from the greedy eyes of men. But it's a bit useless, seeing as it has its own gravitational pull!" my twin playfully commented as he slapped the air over my right buttock.

"You're such a idiot! Get out!" I elbowed him in the ribs once again, in the same spot.

Kamdyn groaned and hunched over for a bit, "Gods, you're always so violent!"

When he caught his breath, he stuck his tongue out at me then laughed as he walked out of my bedroom with an exaggerated swish of his hips, his attempt at a girly walk.

My brother is an ass! But I love him.

Looking back to the mirror I sighed while looking at my reflection, "Cheer up Kaelyn, one day you'll get the courage to tell him how you feel. Pfft yea right!" I laughed at the girl staring back at me before I finished getting ready.

I really did not want to mess up the friendship that we had. In fact, we were more like family so to speak. That was how our parents raised us.

A few years ago, Zayn and his family had moved next door to us, because you know, having wealthy parents, why not. Not to mention my Aunty Hannah had insisted our parents move closer.

The Arnauld's and the Maalouf's always did everything together. And I mean everything: from weekly dinners to joint family vacations.

Kamdyn, Zayn and I grew up like siblings, which in a way made my situation feel a bit weird, as Zayn is like a brother to me. But I just could not help the way that I felt about him, one day he was like a second brother, the next day I was day-dreaming about having his babies.

"Ugh!" I muttered.

Shaking my head clear of all thoughts, I went to get ready.

Later that night, when Zayn came over, he was looking fine as usual, wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and dark wash jeans.

Zayn had these odd yet alluring intense blue eyes. Eyes that could pierce through your soul with just one look.

My brother and I went into the foyer to meet him.

"Wow Chipmunk!" Zayn said, while playfully tugging on my large cheeks before kissing them. His eyes then trailed over my body, "I'm not sure how I feel about this dress, it's a bit short don't you think. Seems like your clothes have been getting shorter and tighter as of late."

At his critique of my clothing, I raised my eyebrows as my hands went to rest on my wide hips.

"What are you, my daddy?" I asked, then immediately regretted it as my mind went to the gutter.

Raising his right eyebrow, Zayn looked at me inquisitively, his eyes narrowing slightly. Before he could reply, I quickly continued to speak.

"Come on Z don't start again! I'm tired of having to hide my curves under baggy clothes, it makes me look bigger than I really am. Besides, if any guys try anything you and Thing #2 over there will make sure I'm safe as always," a soft laugh escaped me as I ran my hands down the sides of my black sleeveless dress.

"Damn right sis!" Kamdyn chimed in.

My brother was happy that I had a more positive view of my body lately.

"I wasn't planning on fighting tonight, but fine! Don't get upset if I bust some asshole's lip open against because he says some shit!" Zayn growled as he shoved his hands into his jeans pocket.

Zayn, like Kamdyn, had always looked out for me. Which was ironic, since I've been beating them up since we were children.

When I first realised my feelings for Zayn a few years ago, it had taken me some months to get my emotions under control. As outgoing as I appeared to be, there was just something about him that made me feel shy where my new emotions were concerned.

The constant blushing whenever I was in his presence, coupled with the awkward feeling that I would have, had unnerved me. Thankfully, my brother would always come to the rescue. We had blamed that weird phase on puberty.

I was so happy to have outgrown that awkward stage now that I had a better handle on my emotions and reactions where Zayn was concerned.

"Okay you muppets, let's go!" I grabbed them each by the ear and dragged them towards one of the many cars in the garage.

"Always so violent!" Kamdyn complained.

Zayn added, while grumbling, "Easy on the ears!"

Ignoring them, "I call bagsy!" My grin was wide as I shouted before getting in the passenger side of the large SUV.

Kamdyn sat in the backseat, his head buried in his mobile phone, letting Zayn drive as usual.

As we headed to the club where Jessica's birthday party was being held, I kept stealing glances at Zayn. I could not help but admire the way the muscles on his forearm flexed as he gripped the steering wheel.

The scent of his cologne dazzled my senses, and I wanted nothing more than to reach over and kiss him. I wondered what his lips would taste like. We had pecked on the lips before, you know, by accident. But unfortunately, we have never kissed or done anything inappropriate.

No, all such actions were relegated to my overactive imagination, which I would then sometimes write down in my journal in the form of a poem.

Licking my lips, I fidgeted somewhat in my seat, and I pressed my thighs together, to relieve some of the pressure that I felt. My skin sizzled as though it was on fire and I had to do my best to keep my face neutral as he talked to us about our summer plans and what we should do for our birthday party this year.

The sound of his deep voice was so hypnotising, I had to fight in order to remain focused on what he was saying.

Ugh!

I could not wait to get to the club. I needed a drink or ten! You guessed it; I was planning on getting wasted tonight!