Someone was watching me. Always watching; never looking away. The intense eyes bore into my skull inflaming my head, making my skin crawl and making my whole body shiver. They were of the same person I'm sure, just not sure of who the person is. I slammed my locker and spun quickly. The rest of the school walked around me- the invisible, the wallflower, the no one. And yet, as I scanned the student body, I couldn't figure out who it was. Who was it that always made me jump? Who was it that always made me fidget? Who was it that almost made me feel as if I'm wanted?

"Mi-ran-da."

I gave a little squeal, which is very uncommon for me, and turned around again. There stood my best friend, also probably one of the most popular girls in Lyon Waker High School, waving at me as if I'm mentally delayed.

I walked up to her slowly treating her like prey, "I thought I made myself clear on this subject LeAnn, one DO NOT sneak up on me unless I'm forced to use my amazing ninja skills on you. If I did, you will positivity die. Two I am NOT mentally delayed so stop treating me as if I am one and three I think someone was watching me again." I did another quick spin, but no pair of eyes were on me.

The Hollister clad bubble preppy girl just stood there. Then brust out laughing.

And laughed.

And still kept on going.

And I'm standing here thinking what the hell was so funny.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help look like you were going to die when I call your name." Her grin widened. "Anyways I wanted to ask if you're coming to Erica's bash tonight." Her Baby blue eyes shone with hope, the hope of having her best friend come to a party for once.

"Can't. And plus you know I don't do things like that."

The light in her eyes vanished, "I don't get it." Cue the puppy pout.

"Get what?"

"Why don't you come to parties? Why do you dress as if you don't have enough money for clothes? Why do you not grab hold of Queen Bee title? Because honesty, you can have it if you tried." She gave me a pointed look.

I rolled my eyes, took her hands in mine and explained very slowly, "The only thing you do at a party is get drunk and get laid which just to let you know isn't very appealing to me, I happen to like my clothes thank you very much it has breathing space and Queen Bee is yours…I don't steal."

"I-," but she was cut off by the bell. For once, I am grateful for that godforsaken thing. It shut her up.

"Listen I'll talk to you later ok?"

"Yeah sure."

And that's how my morning starts. Everyday day in day out LeAnn will go on and on about being 'Queen Bee' and getting 'the guy' everyone supposedly wants. And I'll explain to her patiently like a mother to her child that it's juch not my thing. And truthfully it isn't. I'm not the type to go to the 'it' parties, get trashed and raped. I'm not the type that'll wear the 'it' clothes. I'm not the type to fall for the football quarter back because he's so 'yummy'. I'm the type who actually sits back and smell the flowers near the sidewalk. Or the person that takes out a book to read.

Yes TO read, people I'm that strange.

But the last one isn't all that true.

You see I have a deep dark secret, a secret so bad that it will beat all the soap operas you watch. Along with LeAnn, she has a twin brother.

And I happen to like this said brother. But wait it gets better.

Said brother is my brother's best friend.

So you see my dilemma? I'm the nobody of the student body, my best friend is popular, my brother is in the same state and I like my best friend's twin.

Can you think of a better cliché?

I walked into my first class which just happens to be AP French and sat down at my usual desk. Fifth row,fourth chair beside the floor to ceiling windows. My teacher launched into her droning speech about the language of French; how it is bénéficial in life and how it can get us better occupassions if only we make an effort. Blah, blah, blah. Just then I felt it again, the feeling that someone was watching me. The burning of my head, the hair standing up on end all of the signs were there. I just needed to know who it was. I slowly circled myself in my chair, peeking behind me.

And I wished I never did.

Because time froze when my eyes locked on the one person that made my heart run for miles.

Adel stared back. But to you he's known as The Twin Brother.

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