"Mother Mc. Muffin!"
I heard the laughter of my younger sister beside me, and I shut my eyes in vain. "Lilly, please... Two minutes. I got a major migraine."
But she only toned the laughter down; an occasional snort or muffled loud laugh echoed from her. Checking that the stupid little sign was right, I threw it in the trash, then kicked it, frowning.
Outside, I knew that my brother would be waiting for me, but I had no want to look up at the teenage boy that I had grown up with, and tell him flat out that I was pregnant. With the guy he hated with a passion. "Lilly? Can you go tell Cayden that I am going to be a bit? I'm doing my makeup." I said, throwing air quotes in, and she nodded.
Lilly was stubborn, a hot-head. With brown hair, brown eyes, and a slender figure, she was a head-turner, I must admit. She had all my Mom's human looks, with a touch of our Dad's charming features.
What did I get? I got the green eyes, light brown hair with copper highlights, and the same figure as my little sister. Cayden had a little bit of everything also. He was a different one.
But a rough knock cut my train of thought off, and I lurched to my feet, my hands falling instinctively to my stomach.
"Elizabeth Carlie Cullen."
Cayden. My protector, my brother, my twin. "I'm coming!" I said, as I washed my cheeks with cool water. "What the Hell took you so long? You look fine, sis." He said, and ruffled my hair. I took a slow breath, as realized I had a bit of time before class started. Grabbing my brother's wrist, chin wavering, my will fading, I pulled him out of hearing range.
"Ellie? What's wrong?" Cayden asked, giving me a quizzical look. My jaw opened, ready to tell him everything. "Aaron and I had sex, and I'm pregnant, Cayden." I said, almost choking on my words. Instead of the fire I expected, he wrapped me up in his arms, cradling me against his solid chest. "Oh, Ells." He whispered, and just held me as I sobbed.
I didn't realize how this baby, if the tests were correct, could make everything so different. Not till now. Now I realized that Cayden was holding me differently, not so tender and gentle, but maybe that was because his blood temperature was rising, and the veins in his arms and neck were starting to bulge. His muscles flexed, and I looked up at him. He had our Uncle Emmett's body mass, and that wasn't a good thing. Even though he was the calm, proper, decent one, he had a temper, and always had. I was suddenly worried that he would do something insanely stupid, like go off and kill Aaron. Then both my baby's Uncle and Dad would be off in jail, because I knew that Aaron wouldn't hold back if Cayden threw the first punch. And I knew the first question would be; 'Is it with that asshole, Aaron?' It's a long story, but my brother and Aaron had been friends from grade five till we hit tenth grade. There was some stuff about him liking me, and Cayden didn't like that. So, they were enemies for a while, and then Aaron and I got together and the animosity grew.
"Aaron?" he asked. Okay, so maybe it was a different way of asking, but I was close. I feebly nodded, feeling disconnected from my body. Leaning against the lockers, I watched Cayden's face turn into a mask of anger and he was starting to shake slightly. As if he wasn't already pissed.
"That mother-fucker, he better watch his step, because I am beating his ass into the fucking ground when I see him." he growled.
Cayden never used foul language, crap and damn being the worst. He was obviously reaching a new anger level. Turning, probably to start a man hunt for Aaron, Cayden began to walk away. But I reached for his hand, holding on. "No, Cayden. Not now. Not to the Father of my baby." I whispered, eyeing the halls to make sure no one heard me.
At those words, my bottom lip jutted out involuntarily. My brother was weakening, his will splitting into half. The weakening side becoming soft for me, the other side, strong and stead fast, determined to rip Aaron Williams into a million pieces. And I wouldn't put it past Cayden to beat him up, kill him, and then tear his ass into pieces. He sighed, and turned away again.
"No promises now, Elizabeth. We are on school grounds. How about outside the school, parking lot perhaps? It's going down." Cayden snarled.
And at that second, I smiled. Attempting to be ghetto. He sucked at it.