Time Spirit - Golden Blood Part 2

She didn't want to admit why she had pushed herself so hard. Her father would go into a lengthy lecture if he knew how much her limbs were burning right now. If anyone had seen her tearing down the beach that fast, she'd be in big trouble. They weren't supposed to show their true colors in public.

Shaking out her arms, she rolled her neck and walked down the beach access pathway to the back of the house. The pool looked inviting, but she didn't think her legs would cope with a swim. Her body had also adjusted to southern Florida's heat and the idea of swimming in January now seemed ridiculous.

She paused by one of the blue and white striped loungers to stretch. Placing her left ankle on the back of the chair, she folded her body over her long leg and winced at the pull. Her hamstrings would be paying her back big time in the morning. She was such an idiot.

Stupid Harrison Granger. He was ruining everything!

She cut her stretching short, another insane decision, and headed for the gla.s.s doors leading into the games room. Grabbing a hand towel from the linen cupboard, she wiped her face down and headed through the main entrance and up the stairs.

She was happy before. She had resigned herself to this life, but now... Flinging her towel into the laundry hamper, she walked through her large closet and into the bathroom. With a huff, she sat on the lid of the toilet to undo her shoelaces.

"Ugh, Gemma you stink."

Her older sister, Ruby, came through the doorway of her own walk-in closet, her delicate nose scrunched in disgust.

"I'm just about to have a shower."

"Wait until I've finished my hair."

Gemma leaned back against the cool tiles and watched Ruby pull out the hair dryer, styling her dark locks with precision. If people at school thought Gemma was pretty, they thought Ruby was stunning. The girl had model written all over her and she knew it.

Her curvy frame was wedged into a pair of skintight jeans and a purple top with a plunging neckline. Her voluptuous b.r.e.a.s.t.s were pushed together by a lacy purple bra that could just be detected through the fine fabric of her s.h.i.+rt.

Looking at Ruby dressed that way made Gemma all too aware of her non-existent b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She had always loved being small chested, it was easier for training, but every now and then she wished for some shape. She could never look s.e.xy.

"Hot date tonight?"

Ruby wrapped the cord back around the hair dryer and grinned. "You need to ask?"

"Who is he?"

"Marcus Wright. You know the tall blonde with longish hair and muscly arms."

Gemma could picture him strutting the hallways like a peac.o.c.k. He was an egotistical, second string, quarterback with the annoying habit of pointing and winking at the pretty girls. Ruby would make a meal of him.

"So, what are you telling Mom?"

"That I'm out with Jenny and the girls."

Gemma bent her head to hide the cringe. She had never been able to lie to her parents the way Ruby and Dom did. They had made an art form of straight-in-the-face fallacies. They always looked so innocent and sincere too. Gemma sometimes hated them for it, but the feeling never lasted. She didn't want to be a liar, which is why she sucked so badly at it.

"What are you doing?" Ruby fiddled with her bangs until each hair stood exactly where it was supposed to.

"Not sure. Are Mom and Dad home?"

"Mom got back from the lab an hour ago and Dad's due home at seven."

"In that case, I might go to the movies."

"By yourself again?" Ruby frowned. "Gemmy, how are we even related?"

She bit the corner of her lip as Ruby opened her make up drawer and pulled out various products. So much for having a shower.

Dominic's large form appeared in the doorway. Unlike Ruby, he was still wearing the same clothes he'd been slouching in all day.

"Rubes, I just spoke to Marcus. We're doubling."

"What? No we're not!"

"It's the only way I could get Angie to say yes, okay?" He walked into the room and checked his hair in the mirror. "Don't get your panties in a twist, we'll split after dinner. I need some time to turn that shy little red head into the woman she was born to be."

"Oh puke." Ruby snapped her foundation closed and dropped it in the drawer. "I hate to break it to you, Dom baby, but you're not that much of a stallion."

"You'd like to think that."

"Whatever."

Gemma watched from her perch on the toilet, grinning broadly. Her mother always said the twins had been squabbling since having to share a womb. Ruby had nothing on Dom's size, but she was feisty, which made for an even match.

What people would never know is the lengths the twins would go to for each other. Secretly, they were each other's best friends.

"Hey slim." Dom knuckled the top of her head.

She flicked his hand off and punched him lightly in the stomach. He blocked her blow with a laugh and knuckled her hair again. She smoothed it back with a dignified smile.

"How was the run?"

"Faster than yesterday."

"Nice." Dom smiled. "Ask Ruby how her run went?"

"Shut up. I'll go tomorrow morning."

"Don't we have training with Dad tomorrow?"

"Oh c.r.a.p!" Ruby shoved the brush back into her mascara. "I forgot. Can you guys just tell Dad I ran anyway, please?"

"What was your time?" Dom folded his arms at Ruby's black look. "You know he'll ask."

"Just make it three minutes slower than Gemma's."

Dom looked at his little sister.

"I actually ran 19 minutes today."

"For five miles?" His eyes bulged. "Who was chasing you?"

"I pushed too hard." She bit her lip. "Dad'll be annoyed."

"Okay, fine." Ruby turned to face them both. "Dom you ran your usual 24, I was 27 and golden girl over there can be 23. Everybody happy?"

Dom looked a little miffed, but he couldn't deny that Gemma was now beating him regularly. She squashed the pride that rose in her chest then bit her lip.

"It's only a baby lie, Slim. You can do it."

She cleared her throat. "You know I suck at lying."

"That's just because you don't try hard enough." Ruby stretched her lips wide to apply her lip pencil.

Gemma huffed and Dom placed his hand on her shoulder. "Once you know the tricks of the trade it gets easier. You just have to practice."

"I don't want to-"

"Gem, sweetie." Ruby opened her lipstick tube. "The only way to survive in this family is to learn the art of falsehood. Think of it as acting. We're just playing the role of normal teenagers."

"But we're not normal."

"Well we can at least try to be!"

Gemma looked away as Ruby's eyes flashed down at her. "Anyway, that rule doesn't apply to Mom and Dad. You shouldn't be lying to them."

"If we didn't lie we'd be as friendless as you. Mom and Dad's expectations are unrealistic. No dating until college? Seriously." Closing her make up drawer, Ruby turned her face from side to side, admiring the reflection.

"Ignore Ruby. If you're happy how you are Gem, stay that way. We all do what we do to survive."

He gave her knee a quick horse bite and left.

Gemma rubbed her knee and looked back at Ruby.

"You look really pretty."

"Thanks, sweetie." Appeased, Ruby shone her a bright smile and headed out the door.

Gemma listened to it click behind her sister before rising from her seat and turning on the shower. Since she wasn't meeting anyone she had the luxury of having the longest shower in the world. Her indulgent smile faltered as the previous thought reentered her brain. She wasn't meeting anyone. She was never meeting anyone.

Thanks to her porcupine behavior at school, no one dared approach her, even Dom and Ruby had stopped inviting her to their senior soirees. The only person who smiled at her in school was Mr. Lomax. The guy was in his late forties.

Gemma, you're such a loser!

She ran her hand under the spray to check the temperature and went to take off her smelly clothes.

Harrison spoke to you today.

She frowned.

He seemed interested.

Her frown deepened and she shut off the spray. Drying her hand on her towel, she hung it over the rail and knocked on Ruby's door.

Her sister was standing in her closet debating various shoe options.

"Can we talk?" Gemma squeezed past her and perched on the edge of her bed.

"What's up, stinky?"

"I just had one question." Gemma picked up one of the many teddy bears and stroked its soft ear. "When you're with... well, if you were kissing a guy or maybe holding his hand. Did... does it..."

"Does it what?"

"Does it ever feel like your skin's on fire?"

Ruby looked up from her shoe collection and thought for a minute. "I guess if it gets kind of intense my skin feels hot."

"I mean-"

"But then you have to ease back. Never have s.e.x, Gem. That's one of the golden rules. You can mess around, but you need to keep the relations.h.i.+p casual and breakable. If you start falling for a guy, you want to tell him things."

Gemma's mouth went dry as Ruby's expression lost all its playfulness.

"Why are you asking?"

"No reason, I-"

Ruby's right brow arched and her eyes narrowed. Gemma blushed and looked down.

A sharp knock on the door saved her life. Before Ruby could respond, Penelope Hart breezed into the room. Even in casual wear the woman looked like a high-cla.s.s lady. Her black hair was pulled into a precise ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her penetrating blue eyes, highlighted with perfectly applied make up, missed nothing.

"Gemma, you really shouldn't be sitting on Ruby's bed when you smell that bad."

Gemma gave her a meek smile and stood. She took her time returning the teddy bear to its rightful place, praying her mother couldn't read minds. One whiff of Harrison Granger and her parents would come down on her with the wrath of Hades. Well, that's what she thought anyway.

"My, my, Ruby Hart. Don't you look a treat."

"Thanks, Mom." Ruby grinned as she pushed her foot into a high heeled sandal.

"Where are you off to?"

"Just out with the girls. I think Dom's trailing along too."

"Hmmm. Make sure he keeps those hands to himself. You know what he's like around girls."

"Oh, Mom. You know he'd never break the rules." Ruby kissed her mother's cheek and squeezed her arm.

Gemma knew she shouldn't be surprised by her sister's award winning performance, the twins had been doing it for years. She just didn't understand how her parents bought it so easily. The one time she'd lied to her parents about drinking a can of c.o.ke they had read her in a snap and made her write a two page essay on the evil liquid. She was totally grossed out, so the punishment worked, plus she'd never tried to bend the rules again. The look of disappointment on her father's face had been crus.h.i.+ng.

"Gemma, what are you up to sweetheart?"

"I'm going to the movies."