head over heels

2 ~ oh shit, why is he hot now?

Evan sent a mouthed desperate, as she slid into the back seat.

Riley shut the back door behind her, totally unbothered. "Hello my dear twin gingers," she drawled, then she turned to Emma, "And the no longer ginger sister," she nodded approvingly, "Great choice by the way, the black makes your eyes pop."

Emma hummed, shifting her headphones aside for half a second, "Thanks Ry," she muttered, before clapping her headphones straight back into her ears, and turning to look out the window.

"Hey Riley," Ethan called back, stuffing his phone into the side compartment as he moved to pull onto the road.

"You do Dodds' assignment?" Riley questioned, obviously directed at Ethan. Evan was in AP english. The two idiots he shared the car with were not.

Ethan jumped, head whipping back in horror, "Shit—" he exclaimed.

"Me neither," Riley snorted, "I only remembered this morning."

Ethan swore under his breath, "Fuck i need to pass that class to stay on the team," he turned, looking pleadingly at Evan, "Please help Ev, please, please, please—"

"No."

"Pleaaaaaase—"

"What's it on?"

"Shakespeare. I think."

"Specifics idiot."

Ethans brow furrowed, and Evan could almost hear the single digit neurons imploding behind his skull.

"Uhhh, ma— me, m-muckbeth?" he tried haphazardly, "It's that one right Riley?"

"Think so," Riley supplied helpfully.

"Jesus," Evan muttered, "It's MAcbeth."

"Yeah that's what I said."

He sighed. "If I send you my old notes, what do I get?"

Ethan considered as he pulled into the school parking lot.

"Uhhh, another week of driving you to school."

"Try again," Evan muttered as Ethan pulled into the park closest to the gym that he chose every time without fail.

"Fine," he groaned, "One anything favour."

"Two," Evan shot.

Ethan glared, "Fine," he muttered, grabbing his bag from the back seat and half rolling from the car in a pile of limbs.

Evan grinned evilly, "I have four now," he taunted. He hoarded his favours, unlike Ethan who wasted his on stupid things. 

"Don't remind me," Ethan called, aiming his keys over his shoulder, locking the car as both Riley and Evan stepped out, Emma was already halfway into the school yard, obviously wanting to keep as much distance between them and her as she could.

Evan wondered if it had been why she'd dyed her hair, to make it less obvious she was Ethan's sister. Even in the year below where Emma was, Ethan was well known. All the sports goons were. After the volleyball team had won the championships last year it had been all anyone talked about for months, and now that Ethan was the captain, he was about as popular as a jock could get.

Too bad he didn't have the luxury of being able to just dye his hair to get out of his brother's shadow. He would need a full fucking face transplant.

Evan brushed that thought to the side and tugged out his phone from his pocket, sending his twin the link to his notes that he kept on an archive online. He was meticulous when it came to his notes. After all, who knew when he'd need them again.