Twinsequences (Twisted Twin #1)(3)
Author: Jennifer Foor

When he started asking me questions about my sister, I wanted to scream.

Then they became more than just prom dates. I saw him walking her to class and she kissed him right in front of me. I wanted to cringe. The two people that I loved the most were into each other. I was the odd person out. Nothing was going to be the same.

As upset as I was about their situation, I did switch places with my sister and take her exam. For some reason, I didn’t think about having to pretend to be her around Stosh. He found me walking down the hall and grabbed my hand. I’d pictured it for so long and wondered what it would be like to have his large hand holding mine.

He kept looking at me and smiling, but didn’t say anything. A few people passed us in the hall and he spoke to them, but not to me. When we arrived at my sister’s class, I knew we had to say something. “Thanks for walking with me.”

“It was my pleasure.” He played with my bangs, causing me to blush. I was so hot for him but, I couldn’t tell him.

I bit down on my lip. “Willow isn’t here today.”

“Really? Where is she?”

“She’s not feeling well.” It wasn’t totally a lie. I felt like I was going to puke.

“Good thing she finished her exams. I just thought we could hang out in the library. Oh well, I guess I’ll just take a nap.”

I thought he was just going to walk away. I mean, he started to, but all of the sudden he turned around and pulled me into his arms. Butterflies filled my stomach as he closed his eyes and pressed his warm lips on mine. I would have been able to manage with just a peck, but it escalated quickly. His tongue intruded it’s way into my mouth and found mine. I just couldn’t help myself. I’d dreamed of kissing this fabulous guy for so long. I had to feel what it was like once.

I’d never seen him kiss my sister so intensely. He grabbed the back of the hair on my head and kissed me again and again. I never even noticed that the bell had rang until the teacher cleared his voice. “Do you plan on taking your final exam, Ivy?”

Stoshua pulled away, but not before placing a small kiss on my forehead. “It was worth it,” he whispered before walking away.

I walked into the classroom with my heart beating out of my chest. From just one kiss, I’d fallen more in love with him. My sister was never going to forgive me and I didn’t even care.

Well, I didn’t care about anything Ivy related until I got home and heard her talking about him. She was all excited and trying on her dress for the twentieth time. “I can’t wait until tomorrow. We’re going to have such a good time. He’s going to have a night he will never forget.”

I was so jealous that I couldn’t help myself. “We kissed today. He thought I was you.”

Her eyes got huge and she walked over to me. “That’s impossible. I talked to him right before he walked into school and told him I wasn’t going to be there.”

I was speechless. Stosh knew he was kissing me. Maybe I was wrong about his feelings. Maybe I really had a chance. “But, he…”

“He was probably just playing the part. He kisses me every day before that class. Wow, he is an awesome boyfriend, don’t you think?”

She was oblivious to what I was thinking.

I didn’t care what Ivy thought had happened. I’d felt the connection between us. It was real, I could have sworn it.

While I retreated to my room to relive the most magical moment of my life, I got a text from Stosh, saying that he missed me at school. It made no sense. Ivy swore he knew it was me the whole time.

Choosing to ignore him, I tried to stay in my room when he came to pick up my sister in the limousine. I didn’t even want to peek out the window to see them together. It just hurt too much.

It wasn’t until my mother came in and pulled me out to take pictures with them, that things got even more confusing. She positioned me on the opposite side of Stosh. When I felt his arm around my shoulder, the same sensations as before went running through my body. I looked up and saw him looking down at me, with a big smile on his face.

After a few more pictures, and me trying to hold my breath, I ran back into the house and never looked out the window to watch them leave.

My sister never came home that night. I knew what it meant. She’s slept with Stoshua. My whole world was shattered. I hated her for being with him and she didn’t even know it.

It took three days for them to stop talking to each other. Summer had begun and my sister never had a boyfriend during the season of bathing suits and beach weather. She could have cared less about Stosh and what they’d done at Prom. The pictures came and they were placed on the mantel with all of our other family photos. I hated going into the living room.

About five weeks after school ended, I found my sister in my room sitting on my bed. She was crying and holding something in her hand.

I sat down beside her. “Ivy, what’s wrong?”

She sniffled and leaned her head on my shoulder. “I f**ked up. Dad’s going to kill me.”

“What are you talking about?”

She handed me the pregnancy test. “This is the third one I took. What am I going to do?”

That was the exact moment when I knew I’d lost him forever. I was speechless. All I could do was hug my sister, because my mind was on me never being with the only guy I ever loved.

After the truth came out, Stosh’s family insisted on him doing the right thing by Ivy. They were married in a small ceremony at our church a month later. I remember it raining it’s ass off and her hair getting messed up. In eighteen years, I’d never wanted my sister to suffer. Something had changed between us. I was done giving up things for her. I needed a new start, away from my sister and her new husband. They were going to have the family that I wanted with him.

I decided to take the scholarship that I’d earned to a college out of state. In fact, I’d already moved in when my mother called to tell me that Ivy lost the baby. Although I felt her pain, our time apart hadn’t mended my heart. I had animosity toward my sister and knew that as long as she was with Stosh, I couldn’t be around them. He and I stopped talking altogether. It was extremely difficult to be cordial when I heard about them.

In just a few short months, I’d lost my two best friends. I felt saddened and completely alone. Every second of every day, I’d always known that I had someone by my side. My whole life was immediately turned upside down and I couldn’t deal with it. I had to get as far away as I could. I didn’t care about anything anymore. Why bother, when you can end up losing in the end?