Write on me

Chapter 2

I stared at the crowds of students that were seated in the cafeteria, masses of voices filling the large space and wondered where they found the time to eat with all the noise they made.

It’s like they were all competing, every little group wanted to be heard and the louder one group spoke, the louder the next would be. It’s why I was grateful that I ate my lunch on the go, I picked up and ate it on my way to the library where I liked to spend the rest of my break.

I offered a smile to the librarian before I made my way to my favourite corner in it, I liked to think it had become my own personal space because no one really made the effort to check this far back. It had a good view of the soccer field and was the most secluded part so even the hushed tones of the lingering students in the common area could be blocked out.

I froze as I saw the guy that had the school talking for the past few days seated in my comfy chair. I couldn’t see his face but the familiar hoodie over his head was a hint and he had a bag with a grey skull on it that stood out.

I hadn’t been gawking over him like the rest of the school but I had noticed things when I would randomly catch the back of his body as he walked away. I hated making eye contact with people, so I didn’t stare long enough to see his face, although he was rumored to be scarred.

“Its not polite to stare” I heard a low voice and realized I had been staring longer than I had ever chosen to stare at someone and he had caught me.

“I’m sorry.” I shook my head and turned but heard his voice again.

“Does this belong to you?” I stared and saw my book in his lap that I left behind the pillow since I assumed no one would ever sit there besides me.

He stared at me and I found myself looking into grey eyes but most of his face couldn’t be seen properly, “Into that cliché s**t”

“I… Did you read my book?”

“I was bored so I skimmed a few chapters.” He shrugged.

I felt offended by his words because it wasn’t exactly cliché, it was a cute romance but definitely not cliché in my book. “It’s not cliché, this popular guy asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend and he doesn’t even fall for her immediately. They end up together because of a misunderstanding and..”

“But they end up together?” He sighed before setting the book down and getting to his feet.

I stared up at him as he towered over me, I could see his face…

He had a sharp jawline, some stubble as well and seemed so much more mature than the other guys around. I realized what had been the cause of the rumors though, below his chin was a very visible old scar that ran into his neck, disappearing from my view due to the hoodie.

His jaw clenched and I realized I had been staring quite obviously again, “I’m sorry”

He smirked, “That’s okay. I am used to the staring by now”

“It’s a small town, we are used to knowing everyone’s story”

“Yet, no one has asked me mine” He shook his head and I took a step back because he was really close, too close.

“Would you tell them if they did?” I whispered feeling the urge to ask him where he was from.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Or maybe they should just mind their own business.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t look so hot, they don’t pay much attention if you’re average” I rolled my eyes, but they quickly widened as I realized what I had just said. “Not that you’re hot… I mean you definitely aren’t average, I assume I cant really see cause of your hoodie but with your eyes and your… Please silence me”

“Why would I? When you look so above average when you are flustered.” I heard amusement in his voice despite his face not giving away much. “You have seen my face before though, without the hoodie”

I frowned.

“We are in the same chemistry class” He lowered his voice even more which reminded me that we were still in the library.

“I don’t…” I sighed, “That’s my twin.”

“Oh, now it all makes sense”

“What does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes even though I should have been used to it by now, I wondered if he had only spoken to me because he thought I was her.

“You… She was wearing a skirt this morning and you are clearly not. Just figured you changed every period or something.” He shrugged.

“I could never pass for my sister.” I frowned.

He chuckled for the first time, “You are twins.”

“She exudes everything I wish I did but don’t mind that I don’t, I wouldn’t be able to handle all the attention.”

“But you are handling all of my attention pretty well?” He questioned and pulled his hood back. His dark hair fell into his face and he pushed it back with his hand.

Very hot. Hot was an understatement. I noticed another deep scar on his forehead though.

“I don’t think so” I blurted out and immediately clutched my mouth.

“If it makes you feel any better, the attention isn’t that great. It just lets more people think they have a clue about you when they don’t.”

I nodded as it was something Melissa always told me, “That’s what my sister says…”

“Wise girl”

“I am sorry to disappoint” I smiled and moved past him and took a seat on my comfy chair.

“Disappoint?”

“You thought I was Melissa, but I clearly am not” I gestured my hand over my attire, my sweatpants and baggy t-shirt while my hair was in a messy bun.

“That you aren’t but I am definitely not disappointed.” He smirked and felt my cheeks heat up.

I made myself comfortable, not believing his words but before I could speak I felt something against my back.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he seemed to notice.

I didn’t answer but instead felt looked behind me to try and pick it up and my eyes widened as I pulled out a pocket knife.

I felt his breath in my neck and turned to see him hovered over me as both hands were on the arms of the chair, “That’s mine. Thank you”

He took it and slipped it into the back of his jeans casually while my fingers still trembled from the fact that I had just held a weapon in my hands. “How did you even get that into the school? Why do you even have that at school?”

“Mind your own business, Princess” He narrowed his eyes before he picked up his backpack. “I will see you around”

•••

I stared up at the ceiling filled with tiny stars that glowed brightly, my dad had put them in each of our rooms when we were younger. When our house had been expanded we got to have our own rooms and after sharing a room for twelve years we were kind of terrified to sleep alone.

We still snuck into each other’s room a couple nights a week just to catch up and tonight was one of those nights.

“Mel?”

“Yeah?” She mumbled while texting Adam I assumed.

“Do you think we look alike?” I turned on my side to look at her as she laid beside me.

“You’re joking right?”

“I know we are identical but I feel like we still look so different. I got mistaken for you today, I was so surprised, and he looked at me the same way you just did. But I don’t get how someone could think we are the same person when you are so perfect”

She put her phone down on the bedside table and turned on her side to face me, “I am not perfect, I just try a little harder. You see school as school, a place to be educated and become the best student you can be. I see it as a bit more, for meeting amazing people. I rely on social interaction to make me feel happy and you like your books, we’re different people but we do look the same so its an easy mistake for someone that doesn’t know.”

“I guess…”

“But everyone kno… You said he… Was it that new boy?” She gasped and quickly sat up.

I smiled as boy just seemed too childish to describe him, he just seemed so much more than just a boy.

“Yeah. Bumped into him, he thought we had chemistry together” I shrugged trying not to show that there had been more than just a bump in, he had actually had a conversation with me.

“Please stay away from him”

“Why?” I frowned as he was abit mean here and there but didn’t seem too bad.

“He just gives me a bad vibe and I don’t want you around that” She dramatically shuddered and I rolled my eyes.

“When you speak about how different I am you make it sound so great but he is different and you make it sound so bad”

“He has scars and tattoos and rides a motorcycle, he screams trouble without even saying a word”

Tattoos?

“Lots of the boys scream trouble at school showing up in their fancy cars but because they are your friends they are okay?” I blurted out in his defense why I wasn’t sure.

“Why do you even care about me telling you to stay away from him when you avoid everyone and I am sure he will be the same” She shook her head and laid back down.

“Because you don’t get to tell me what to do”

“I know. I just don’t want you getting involved with someone so rude.” She sighed.

“He isn’t rude”

“He just always has this grim look on his face, it was a huge battle trying to get him to take off his hoodie in class. We know nothing about him, Meredith.”

I rolled my eyes at her silly reasons, but she was right, staying away from him would be easy because I disliked people.

“I think you are being a little mean. He is just different, I am sure he is a nice person if everybody just stopped staring at him like he had two heads”

“You think everyone can be saved, that didn’t help you with the bullies when we were ten and it wont help you with a guy that could be dangerous”

“It's not like he will come near me knowing I am not Miss Popular so you don’t have to be concerned”

“I think that’s the reason I should be concerned. You are what they call in the animal kingdom the prey, innocent and vulnerable, alone away from any pack to protect you. So, watch out!” She roared and I jumped before laughing out with her.

“Whatever, I need to get some sleep before my game tomorrow so please tell Adam not to call you tonight”

“Will do, if you promise to stay away from Dane.”

“Is that his name?” I whispered and briefly pictured his face again to link it to the name.

“Yes.”

“Okay, I promise” I shrugged before turning onto my other side as I tried to get the grey eyes out of my mind.

I had never had much interaction with guys that weren’t making fun of me. So I did feel something, maybe not in the moment but after replaying it in my mind several times there was an unknown feeling.

I guess I would just have to write it off since I promised Mel and after all she did for me the least I could do was keep it.