Sisters By The Pool Part 2

Let’s just say that school dragged by on Monday. I didn’t have class with Danielle until last period, and I hadn’t talked with her much since our rendezvous on Saturday.

It may have been just as well that way. I was still lost in thought from the whole series of events. It seemed pretty clear that both her and her sister at least had a crush on me, and if I didn’t lie to myself, I liked both of them as well. But this wasn’t Utah.

I was the first one into class and took a seat towards the back of the room. I said ‘hi’ to my usual group of friends, but my eyes never left the door. Finally, before the final bell, Danielle sauntered in wearing shorts just long enough to avoid dress code and a sweater that unzipped just enough to show she was wearing a tank top underneath. Our eyes immediately met, and she blushed. She took a seat nearby and class began.

After an uneventful class, Danielle and I exited the room at the same time. Without saying anything, we walked down the hallway together towards the exit.

“I’ll walk with you,” Danielle said.

I was a little nervous that she was holding back some kind of information, but she just seemed to be at a loss for what to say, given the awkward situation.

After a few minutes I asked, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I mean, we took pills, don’t worry,” she laughed nervously. “I’m just, a little thrown off by the situation. It’s not like we invite a guy to do that every weekend.”

“Well that’s good to know,” I laughed in response, as we changed sidewalks towards our street.

“She likes you, you know,” Danielle said to me.

“I gathered that,” I laughed again.

“And you can’t date both of us,” she continued.

“Aw really?” I winked at her.

“Fuck you,” she said but laughed and shoved me.

“Think you already did that,” I teased her again.

“Oh what the fuck ever,” she rolled her eyes.

Our walk seemed to slow down the closer that we got to her neighborhood. Perhaps we were trying to prolong the conversation without reaching the destination.

As we hit the front of her neighborhood I asked, “Want to work on some homework?”

She studied me for a few seconds, as if she was doubting my use of the word homework. After she determined that I was at least faking seriousness, she nodded, and we turned into her street.

We got to her house and she let me inside. Of course, at the top of the steps was Hailey, whose eyes got wide as soon as she saw me before she ran into her room. I caught a glimpse and it looked like she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

Danielle offered me some water and we sat down at the kitchen table to get to work.

A few minutes later, Hailey came down.

“Chris!” she yelled and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. She was now wearing a skimpy tank top and cheer shorts.

“Hi Hailey” I laughed and embraced her.

“You skank, what did you get dress code?” Danielle scoffed.

“Nope, I didn’t wear this to school,” she answered. “Besides, I’ve seen you in much worse.”

“Whatever,” Danielle said. “Just leave us alone, we’re studying.”

“Oh, what subject?” Hailey sat down and put her hand under her chin. Man, she was cute.

“Science,” I told her.

“Chemisty?” Hailey winked and enunciated the word way too long. “Or maybe anatomy?”

“Fuck off,” Danielle said after a few more seconds.