Chapter 3 The party

"I just took a shower." I lie, and that makes him frown more.

"Why don't you come out? We are leaving next week. Spend some time with us!" He says, and the way he says that makes me sigh.

"I don't know, Ethan. I have no suitable swimming suit." I say, and he shakes his head.

"You bought one yesterday." He rolls his eyes.

"Yes, but that doesn't fit me well."

"Then get a winter coat on. I don't care, but come out."

I sigh again, and I nod.

"See you in ten minutes," he says, then he leaves. I close the door and I lean against it, before I walk to the mirror again, and I take my robe off.

My naked body looks back at me. I loved to eat since I was little, what more I loved to eat sweets and cakes the most. Eating those treats made me satisfied, and even if that made me fat, knowing that Spencer would never think of me as a woman, I just couldn't stop eating them. Sweets and cake were sort of medicine for me.

I hold my belly while I turn to check my side.

"Gross." I whisper. That was usually the reaction of my posh classmates recently when they looked at me.

My boobs were round and big, but because of my weight, without a bra, they didn't look good.

I shake my head, then I turn my back to the mirror. "That won't get any better." I say, then I move to the wardrobe. I take a shirt and a short skirt out of it, and after a quick shower, I put them on. I put my hair into a bun, and I don't even glance at the mirror to check my outfit before I walk out of my room.

However, when I get out of the garden, and the boys notice me, they shout loudly. "Finally." It makes me feel embarrassed as all the attention lands on me.

I walk to the table where all the food is, and I pour a glass of orange juice for myself before I sit down on a chair at a table.

The party continues, and I feel better until I realize Carla looks at me a few times. She is surrounded by her friends, and sometimes she says something to them, which makes them glance at me, and they laugh. I hate them. Honestly, I don't know what Spencer and Ethan like in them. Carla's family was rich as well, and her family had a few businesses, which my father joined. Sometimes they are coming for a visit, for dinner, and I have to bear their attitude, as my parents always expect me to attend these occasions.

"Orange Juice?" I see Carla standing next to me with a wide smile. "If I were you, I would be careful with that. Sugar from fruit is making you fat as well."

I make a face.

"Do you know how many calories in that glass of champagne that you hold?"

She giggles.

"Even if I drink a whole bottle, I won't be half as size as you." She smiles again, and she leaves me. She sits down on the side of the pool, staring at Spencer seductively, and I hate to see that Spencer smiles at her.

"Your favorite cake!" I jump when I see a small plate with a slice of a cake on it which Ethan holds close to my face.

"You scared me!" I say, but he just laughs. "Eat it, sis. That will make you smile. And later, if you want to have a little vodka in your orange juice, I guarantee that will remain our secret." He whispers, but I look at him and shake my head.

"I am only sixteen, Ethan. If mum and dad find out, they will kick you in the as*"

"I didn't say to get drunk. In that case, I would be the one to kick you in the as*, I am only saying that a little vodka could help you relax and enjoy the party."

I sigh, and shake my head while I take the plate from him, and I take a bite of the cake. I lay my head back and smile. "This is delicious. Who needs alcohol when I have a cake like this?" The cake was made by the most famous bakery in Los Angeles, especially for the twins' party. How could that be bad?

As the alcohol stars to disappear from the table, the party gets even wilder. The music is louder, and the girls in bikinis start to dance. They try to be sexy, and apparently the boys are watching to them in excitement. I see one of their classmates holding a girl's hand and disappearing inside the house.

Mum and Dad are off for a holiday. I know they only booked that route to be away so the boys can enjoy their leaving due undisturbed.

I feel tired. I check the time, and it is only nine o'clock yet. I want to leave, but I'm worrying. Carla is always around Spencer, and I don't dare to leave him here with her. She is so seductive, and Spencer is a man now. I couldn't take that to find him in a room in the morning with that wh*re next to him.

I try to stay up, getting a coffee, when I notice what they are doing. Ethan and Spencer are competing. Who can drink five shots straight after another quicker? Ethan wins, and everyone applauds for him.

They soon start to dance, and I see Spencer is under the effect of the alcohol. He says he is back in a minute, but as he goes to the bathroom. I see he can't stand straight. No one follows him so I jump up and I run after him. When I get to the door, I hear him flashing the toilet, but he doesn't come out.

"Spencer!" I call him, then I knock on the door. "Spencer!" I call him again, and because he doesn't answer, I enter the bathroom. I find him washing his face. After he opens his eyes, he notices me standing there. He smiles widely, and for a moment, he is staring at my body. He turns to face me, and with one movement, he pulls me in and hugs me from behind. We look into each other's eyes in the mirror.

"Look at yourself, how beautiful you are."

I frown, and my heart starts to pound faster.

"Spencer, don't say that."

"I am serious. You bought that nice swimming dress, and you wear this instead." He touches the hem of my shirt. His fingers unwittingly trace my soft skin at my belly. That makes me feel the butterflies in my stomach.