I still don’t know what to think about what Darius did during Gym Class. Did he break up with his girlfriend for pulling my hair? But possibly the weirder thing is I don’t believe this was Darius.
He looked exactly like the guy Barbie… I mean, Jane was hanging on this morning and the guy from my history class. But there was something different about him.
All three interactions I’ve had with him have been off. Like he’s three different people. There are three of him, which seriously the world couldn’t handle that many of them or has multiple personalities, which also doesn’t seem right.
I tried not to think about it as I made my way to my next class, physics. I could hear people whispering around me. “I heard one of them set their sights on her.” “I think it was Darius.” “Who knows.” “He dumped Jane for her.” “No way.”
The various whispers circulated and did clear something up. One of them. So, there is more than one Frost. I felt a fluttering sensation in my stomach at the mere idea of there being more than one Frost.
As instructed, I pushed the thoughts aside, found my classroom, and went to the table in the back. As I got out my book and notebook, I wondered who my physics partner would be. I just hope they aren’t some idiot that plans to make me do all the work.
“Hello again, Uchiha,” a deep warm voice greeting. I blinked and looked up to see the shadow that had fallen over me belonged to him. But is this Darius or someone else?
I furrowed my brow looking at him. He called me Uchiha. That’s what the one from this morning called me or said.
I glanced at his bag on his shoulder and noticed it was orange, just like the guy outside the office but not like the guy in history. So, does this mean he is the one from my Gym Class, or are there three?
“Frost. Want to tell me which one?” I asked, putting my bag on the floor.
His lips slowly lifted into a devious and panty-melting smile. He was an Adonis when he wasn’t smiling. This isn’t fair. “The same one I was this morning,” he shrugged, sliding into the chair next to me.
“Uh-huh. But not the one in my history class. And I also guess not the one that was in my gym class either,” I commented, trying not to let his proximity get to me. He must have known how he affected me as he casually slung his arm across the back of my chair.
“What makes you think that?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Because I’m not an idiot. You have an orange bag, the one in my homeroom had a black one. I can’t say what color bag the guy from Gym Class had since it was Gym Class. But you also don’t carry yourself the same. The one in homeroom was very serious, sitting straighter than my dad. And the one from Gym class was somewhere between. So again, which one are you?” I questioned
“Gorgeous and smart. We like it,” The teasing Frost grinned. “We? Like the royal ‘we’?” I rolled my eyes. “You’re new, and no one told you,” He sighed. “Mr. Frost and Riko. If you are quite done, I’m going to begin my lesson,” our teacher interrupted.
I nodded and put my attention on my teacher. “Forrest,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear before he turned his attention to the lesson. I shivered, biting my bottom lip straining to focus.
So, there is a Darius and a Forrest. What is the third’s name? Was Darius the one homeroom or Gym Class? Too many questions. I glanced over at his notebook. He was following along but was also doodling.
I stretched my neck to try and see what he was drawing. I blinked as I saw it was me. But me anime-style dressed in a female version of Sasuke Uchiha’s costume in Shippuden. He’s outstanding!
“My breasts aren’t nearly that big,” I whispered. I was going to regret saying it. But the costume Forrest was drawing me in had more cleavage than I’d be able to supply.
“Let me dream. Unless you’re going to unbutton that top some to give me a better view to reference,” he whispered back, his voice having a toe-curling effect on me.
I elbowed him and went back to copying what the teacher was putting on the board. “Worth a try,” he said, only our bookbags identify us in school came to an end, I noticed he had his phone out under the desk. “You aren’t supposed to have your phone out,” I whispered. “They wouldn't do anything if they caught me,” he shrugged.
He pocketed the phone before I could look at who he was texting. The bell rang, and he gathered his things. “See you are, Uchiha. Or one of us will,” he winked, leaving me there dumbfounded.
As I headed for my next class, more whispers were swirling about me and the Frost triplets. I wasn’t sure how I felt about being the center of attention like this. I didn’t want this kind of attention.
I just want to get through my senior year without issue. That doesn’t seem like it will happen so long as the Frost brothers keep talking to me. Maybe I should take things into my own hands. Avoid them. Ignore them. But then again, they may be the sort that would find it a challenge.
I managed to make it through my following two classes without seeing a Frost. Now it was lunchtime. Thankfully I brought my lunch, so I didn’t have to go through the line.
Instead, I had to find somewhere to sit. The cafeteria was crowded and being the new girl; I didn't have any friends. I looked around at the tables trying to see where there might be an empty spot.
I saw Jane and her table of plastic friends, a definite no to sitting there. I spotted an empty seat at a table of students that looked to be playing Magic the Gathering. If I learned anything in all my moves, the ‘geeks’ and ‘nerds’ tend to be less stuck up.
Taking a breath, I headed for their table. However, as I passed a table of your average muscle-bound boys, things took a turn.
My brothers and I had been texting as usual during and between classes. The school had been sure to keep us out of the same courses, which was ridiculous. But whatever. It’s just a hassle for us. Forrest told us that Riko has managed to work out three of us and even identify ways to be different. That's rare indeed. This makes her even more interesting. Too bad none of us have had a class with her since Forrest's 5th-period physics. Now it was my lunch period, the last lunch period of the day. It is ridiculous to have lunch at the end of the day. But I'm not the principal or head of the school board that decides such things. I managed to get through the lunch line without issue. Of course, since I sat down with some of the guys from the football, baseball, and basketball teams, Jane has been watching me. She's probably looking for an opening to try and talk to me after Elijah dumped her on my behalf during Gym Class. The guys were talking
I’d planned to slap that asshole when he grabbed my ass. My father did not raise some weak girl that couldn’t protect herself. But I never got the chance. Whichever Frost was in the cafeteria reacted before I could. It caught everyone by surprise. And I just stood there stunned. He’d not only stood up for me but got away with choking one of his friends, well, if that guy was his friend, in the middle of the cafeteria. Afterward, he brought me outside to sit for lunch. I was still not sure what to make of it all. Why were he and his brothers giving me any attention? I must admit I like how his large hand so easily encompassed mine and the warmth I felt from him. It was also rather sweet that he used his jacket to directly ensure I didn’t sit on the cold metal chair. I knew this was the Frost I had in homeroom. The bag matched but also the posture and demeanor. I just needed to know what his name was. So, noticing how he looked at my lunch,
“That is just so not fair,” I grumbled as I got my stuff from my locker. “You’re so dramatic, little brother,” Darius rolled his eyes from his locker to my left. “No, I agree with Forrest. So not fair. You got to have a full conversation with her, eat lunch together. Fuck she fed you. It’s bullshit. You are swapping lunch periods with one of us tomorrow,” Elijah chimed in from my right. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “Just keep in mind she will know the difference,” he added, shutting his locker. “We know that. That’s why we like Riko. Granted, it is fun to fool people. But it would be nice to be acknowledged as individuals,” I pointed out. My brothers both raised an eyebrow at me. “What? I can have a coherent and deep thought. I’m not always joking,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. “We know, baby brother. It’s just not often you do,” Darius taunted, patting my shoulder. “Let’s head home. We can discuss this more later,” Elijah sighed. The
How did things end up like this? I had every intention of just quietly finishing my senior year. Sure, ice garnered attention at each new school I've attended over the years. But nothing like this. It makes me wish the Frost brothers had just left me alone. If they had, Jane and her friends would leave me alone. But it just seems every interaction with one of the brothers escalated their aggression towards me. They were culminating with an attack on me as I was heading for my bus. It's ridiculous. I didn't do anything wrong. Okay, so maybe Jane could be mad about my lunch with Darius. I'll admit feeding him wasn't innocent. But it still isn't a good reason for them to shove me, steal my bag, and continue to push me around as they encircled me. They were looking for a fight. And I had enough and gave it to them. It was when that teacher stepped in, I considered I had made the wrong choice. And once again, the Frost brothers got involved def
Dinner with dad went fine. I kept worrying that he was going to ask questions about who drove me home. I’m very thankful he didn’t. I wasn’t sure how to explain the triplets to him. And no matter how I explained it unless I could say they are homosexual; dad wouldn’t like it. Not only do I not want to deal with that, but I then also run the risk that he’ll try to transfer me to an all-girls school. And while I haven’t made any friends, unless the brothers count, and only really made enemies, I don’t want to transfer schools. After cleaning up from dinner, I prepped my lunch for tomorrow. I found myself wondering if Darius would eat lunch with me again. And found myself smiling at the thought of sharing my lunch with him and wishing his brothers were also in our lunch period. “That’s a lot of food for you,” my father commented as he loaded the dishwasher. I furrowed my brow and looked down. It was almost double what I’d packed for today.
I wished Riko had just texted us her address so we could have picked her up. I don’t trust that bitch Grace as far as I could throw our car. All three of us had tried to text her, but either she turned her phone off or was on silent. Which neither would be surprising. She seemed like one of those kids that followed the rules and wouldn’t want to be in trouble for her phone during school hours. Is her dad why she wouldn’t let us pick her up or drop her off at home? I mean, I know my share of intimidating dads. If Reese weren’t already able to intimidate every guy she’s ever met, Uncle Apollo sure would. I’m pretty sure the only reason dad even managed to date mom was because his dad, grandpa Adien, was friends with her dad, Grandpa Ares. We could handle a protective, military father. And I’m sure her dad would be cool with it if he understood that some of the girls at school have decided to target Riko thought that was our fault. But even m
I don't use the word hate often. My mother always quoted William Penn when I was a girl. “Dislike what deserves it, but never hate: for that is of the nature of malice, which is almost ever to persons, not things, and is one of the blackest qualities sin begets in the soul.” I kept repeating that quote, hearing her sweet and comforting voice as I was pushed against my lock and called all manner of vile things by Jane and her friends. I repeated it as I rushed to homeroom, and I used all my willpower not to look at or respond to Darius. I only just met them. If I gave them what they wanted, if I stayed away from them, they'd leave me alone. It shouldn't be hard, right? It should be easy. Then why did it hurt so much when I told Darius to leave me alone, for all of them to leave me alone? I found myself shutting myself in a bathroom stall. "Fuck!” I yelled in frustration. I leaned my head back against the booth, closing my eyes, trying to ho
Damn them. Damn all three of the Frost brothers. “Well, let’s get back to your work class,” Ms. Grant called out, clapping her hands to get the attention of our class. Blushing brightly, I hurried to a seat, finding Cassidy had left the spot next to her open. I could tell Cassidy was bubbling over with questions as I got out my sketchbook and tried to focus on the still-life drawing, we worked on today. “Spill,” she whispered. “Can we just not?” I pleaded. “When I left you, you’d been crying in the ba