Free Luck by Scarlett Haven

here.”
    He’s right. I don’t have anything to worry about here.

SIX
    Twin Thursday.

    Today, Savannah and I were going to dress alike for Twin Thursday . It’s shocking that her and I could actually come to an agreement on an outfit, but sadly I was going to be missing the rest of spirit week. And most likely, homecoming.
    I just wish I could be at homecoming.
    Better yet, I wish I could see Damon.
    I wake up extra early on Thursday morning, probably because I spent most of the day yesterday sleeping. So I put my dress in the dryer, hoping that it’ll be dry before Tristan gets up. Surely he’s extra tired from driving all day yesterday.
    I get a quick shower, blow dry my hair and start to fix it. Then I remember the stupid wig that I have to wear. I am not sure why I have to wear it since we’re so far from New Hope. I forgot the name of the state we’re in—Ten-something. I don’t know.
    I put the pajamas Tristan loaned me and head to the kitchen to get something to eat. I am starved. When I walk in there, Damon is standing by the stove.
    Huh.
    He cooks.
    Well, of course he does. He’s an adult. It’s pretty much a requirement for all adults to know how to cook. And I can tell by looking at him that he doesn’t eat much take-out. Because American take-out makes you fat, and there is not one ounce of fat on his body.
    “Were you just checking me out?” Tristan asks.
    I start to lie, but know I shouldn’t. I hate lying.
    “Hey, I’m sixteen. I’m stuck in school with guys who are almost as skinny as me,” I say, stealing a piece of bacon off the plate by the stove. “You’re kind of hot.”
    “And what do you think Damon would think if he heard you say that?”
    “He’d probably agree with me,” I say, knowing that I’m right.
    “Don’t call me hot,” he says. “It’s really weird.”
    “Whatever,” I say.
    I walk towards the laundry room to see if my dress is dry. Right as I walk in, the buzzer goes off scaring me half to death.
    “Geez,” I say, holding my frantic beating heart. “I’m paranoid.”
    I grab my dress and go to the bathroom. I quickly change my clothes and put Tristan’s pajamas into the laundry hamper. I walk back into the kitchen where Tristan has set two plates on the bar along with a couple glasses of orange juice. I take a seat beside him.
    Now that we’re sitting here, I’m feeling thoroughly awkward about calling him hot. I mean, he is. But I shouldn’t have said it like that. It’s weird. I don’t want him thinking that I have a crush on him or something.
    “Just so you know, I don’t… have feelings for you,” I say, trying not to sound weird. “I mean, you’re cool, and… nice looking…”
    Tristan looks at me, like he’s about to bust out laughing at any second.
    “I just don’t want things to be awkward,” I finish.
    “Relax. You’re a kid,” he says. “There will be zero awkwardness.”
    I ignore his kid comment. “Thanks.”
    He grins as he takes a bit of his toast.
    Yeah, I’m pretty sure Tristan was really amused with the conversation we just had.
    Ugh.
    “Don’t look so smug about it,” I say.
    He starts laughing. “Sorry. It’s just… you’re really funny sometimes. If it makes you feel any better, you’re not so bad looking for being only sixteen. When you’re my age, guys will be lining up to go out on dates with you. Not like they don’t already, but still.”
    “They don’t. The only guy that’s showed interest in me at school is Damon,” I say.
    “Not even. That Kaiden kid always drools over you. It’s kind of humors to watch. I feel bad for him. And that Asher kid is always staring at you,” Tristan says.
    “Asher Arrington?” I ask. “As in Savannah’s cousin?”
    “That’s the one,” he says. “That guy is kind of a creep though, so I wouldn’t go out with him.”
    “He’s a creep?” I ask. “How so?”
    “Just trust me on that,” he says. “The kid has a new girlfriend every other week. I