Copyright @ Lauren Helms 2020
“Em, is there anything at Envirogal open? I don’t know, maybe in research and development?
Or even the finance department? Maybe it’s time to put my degrees to use?”
She pops out her bottom lip. “I really don’t think we have any openings that would fit what you’re looking for or would enjoy. But I will definitely talk to HR on Monday.” I deflate a little at her response. Damn it. She was a great resource in the field I would want to work in since I clearly have to work.
“Oh, you should talk to Levi. King Cos is always hiring. They are just so much bigger than Envirogal. I’m sure he’d be able to find you a great job!” She’s all excited about the prospect, she’s also completely unaware of my distaste for her brother, Levi King.
Well, if she is aware, she does a great job of ignoring it. Just the thought of her tall, slender, dark-haired, brown-eyed brother makes me twitchy. Then, of course, my next thought goes to the fact that he now lives just down the hall. Which means at any time, he could just show up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that Emmy’s relationship with her brother is stronger than ever. She deserves it since she has some of the worst parents, but I was as happy as a clam not seeing Levi on a regular basis.
I’ve known Levi King since I was a freckle-faced, braces-wearing preteen. We’ve always gotten along but were never friends. With him being two years older than us and seeing him being a nice big brother to Emmy, instead of an asshole like a lot of the other brothers in our social circle, I had it bad. My crush on him grew pretty quickly way back then. Unfortunately for me, that crush never really faded, but instead grew as the years went by. That is, until college.
It all ended one night in my Sophomore year. Emmy and I visited him at Harvard one weekend. He was a senior and surprisingly welcomed a visit from his sister. He took us out with a few of his friends to their local hang out and, well, let’s just say I had a lot to drink. I decided with my liquid courage that I’d flirt a little. He flirted back, to my surprise and extreme excitement. Toward the end of the night, I thought I was actually getting somewhere. So, when I finally kissed him, I was in heaven. Until he pushed me away and told me I was drunk, and he’d never take advantage of a woman under the influence. Okay, so I can commend that. But drunk me just kept pushing until he delivered his final blow. “Becca, you’re like a sister to me, nothing can ever happen between us.”
Ouch. You know what’s worse than being friend-zoned? Sister-zoned.