Page 33 of Find Me

“I should let you get changed,” Creed said as he sat up and clambered off the bed.

“Would you mind grabbing me a pair of pajama shorts from my dresser? They’re in the second drawer,” I asked Creed, as I sat up slowly. The movement caused a little discomfort. Scooting to the edge of the bed made me hiss.

Creed made his way over to my dresser and as I saw him start to pull the second drawer open, I realized my mistake. “I meant the third drawer!”

I was too late. Creed pulled the drawer all the way open and gaped down at all my superhero lingerie. I had forgotten that I’d had to move my pajamas down a drawer when I’d realized one drawer for my underwear wouldn’t suffice. And if I’d thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, Creed plucked one of my Spider-Man bras out and began looking it over.

“Creed, you can’t take shit out of a girl’s underwear drawer and look at it like a creeper,” Colt admonished.

Creed looked at his brother with a stupid grin. “Shiloh has a naughty collection of superhero lingerie.”

That took the frown Colt had right off his face and replaced it with a look of intrigue.

I was undoubtedly red as a freaking tomato. “It’s not naughty. They’re cute!”

Creed laughed and turned back to the drawer. Without shame he began rummaging through it. “She’s got Captain America, Batman, Robin…”

Colt took a step toward his brother with a torn expression.

“Creed, stop going through my underwear!” I yelled and threw a decorative pillow from my bed at him. “How would you feel if I went through yours?” The small pillow bounced off his shoulder and dropped to the floor.

Creed briefly glanced at the pillow, unfazed. With a sigh, Creed closed the drawer and opened my pajama drawer. “Feel free to go through my underwear all you like. They’re all in the top drawer of my dresser,” he shot over his shoulder. Once he found the Batman pajama set I’d worn that first morning I’d cooked him breakfast, he held both the top and bottom out to me. He smirked. “But my underwear isn’t nearly as sexy as yours.”

Feeling flushed from head to toe, I snatched my PJs from his hand. “Thank you.”

“After you change, you should really get some ice on that hip,” Colt said.

I nodded. “I have a few ice packs in the freezer.”

“Let’s order some food and watch a movie,” Creed suggested.

Colt looked to me. “Chinese or pizza?”

“Ooh! I want Chinese food.” I beamed.

“It’s a date,” Creed said and pushed Colt out into the hall before shutting the door behind them.

A date?I mused to myself, then shook my head and began changing.

* * *

A swim meet was exactly like I’d pictured it would be. Bleachers on each side of the gigantic pool, filled with families and fellow students here to show their support. Ethan had been right. The swim team was a big deal. There were a lot of people here.

Walking along our school’s side of the pool. I scanned the crowd for Ethan. When I spotted him two rows up, I noticed he was already sitting with Keelan and Knox. All three of them saw me at the same time. Ethan took in my appearance and threw his head back laughing. I put my hands on my hips and cocked an eyebrow at him.

Ethan stood up. “Do a twirl, Shi.”

Before I humored him, I unzipped my black sweatshirt and slid it down to the crease of my arms, so he could see the back of my shirt. As I twirled, he laughed harder.

I was dressed to the nines as a cheerleader, colors and all. I’d lost a bet and now it was time to pay up. Last week, I had stopped by the school’s student-run store to purchase our swim team’s T-shirt and a jersey for the football team. Both were dark blue with gray lettering. The swim team’s shirt had the team’s name and mascot on the front. I’d enhanced it by turning into a crop top. On the back, across the shoulders, I’d ironed on gray letters, spelling outTeam Stone—the twins’ last name. I’d paired the shirt with a high-waisted, pleated miniskirt I’d had to order online. The color was the same shade of dark blue and had a single gray strip an inch from the bottom. I’d put my hair up in pigtails. They curved out on the upper sides of my head with black, blue, and silver ribbons tied around my hair ties. The strands of the ribbons hung along with my hair.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked.

Ethan gave me a smile. “Adorable, yet sexy.”

I snapped my fingers, mocking disappointment. “Darn, I was hoping to embarrass. I guess I’ll have to try harder for your game tomorrow.”

Ethan chuckled. “I can’t wait.”