LOGINThe next morning, I walked into school with my head down and my bag clutched tightly to my chest like a shield. My left cheek still felt tender from Mia’s slap, and every time I touched it, the memory rushed back the loud crack, the laughter, Lucian’s gentle fingers on my skin. I hadn’t slept much. My mind kept replaying his words, the way his voice dropped when he called me “curvy girl.”
I knew I shouldn’t think about him like that. Not when Mia wanted him too. The hallway felt longer today. Whispers followed me like shadows. Someone had already started spreading the story of yesterday’s cafeteria incident, twisting it of course. “Did you hear? The fat twin tried to sit with the popular girls again.” “Embarrassing.” I kept walking, eyes fixed on the floor tiles. My locker came into view and my stomach dropped. The ugly words from yesterday were still there, but someone had added more in fresh red marker: Whale. Desperate. Stay away from Lucian. My hands shook as I opened the locker. My favorite notebook the one with little doodles and secret poems was missing. In its place was a note in Mia’s handwriting: Stop dreaming about things you can’t have. He’ll never want someone like you. – M Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them back. I couldn’t cry here again. Not so soon. “Lily?” I turned around slowly. Mia stood a few feet away, flanked by two of her friends, her slim figure looking perfect in the school uniform. Her lips curved into a sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Good morning, sister,” she said loudly enough for nearby students to hear. “I hope you’re not still upset about yesterday. You know I was just playing around, right?” Her friends giggled. I swallowed hard. “Mia… why are you doing this? We’re twins. I’ve always loved you. I still do.” For a second, something flickered in her eyes maybe guilt? But it disappeared fast. She stepped closer, lowering her voice so only I could hear. “Because every time I look at you, I see everything I’m not. Those disgusting curves. The way boys stare at you when they think I’m not looking. It makes me sick. So stay in your lane, Lily. Or I’ll make sure you regret being born my twin.” She patted my shoulder like a loving sister and walked away, laughing with her friends. My knees felt weak. I leaned against the locker, trying to breathe. Why does she hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve this? The rest of the morning classes dragged. In Literature, I sat at the back as usual. When the teacher asked us to pair up for a project, I kept my head down, hoping no one would choose me. A chair scraped beside me. “Mind if I join you?” My heart jumped. Lucian slid into the seat next to mine, his green eyes locking onto my face. He looked even better up close in the morning light sharp jaw, messy dark hair, that effortless bad-boy charm. “Uh… sure,” I whispered, my cheeks heating up. “But… won’t your friends wonder why you’re sitting with me?” He shrugged, leaning closer. “Let them wonder. I like sitting with interesting people.” His gaze dropped for a second to my chest before snapping back up. “How’s your cheek today?” “It’s fine,” I lied quickly. “Really. You don’t have to keep checking on me.” “I want to.” His voice was low, almost intimate. “Yesterday… I meant what I said. Your sister doesn’t get to treat you like that.” My stomach fluttered. Being this close to him made my skin tingle. I could smell his cologne again, and it did strange things to my body. I shifted in my seat, suddenly aware of how my thick thighs pressed together under the desk. We started working on the project analyzing a poem about hidden desire. How fitting. Every few minutes, Lucian’s hand would brush mine “accidentally.” Each touch sent sparks up my arm. “You have really soft hands,” he murmured at one point, his thumb lingering on my wrist. I pulled back gently. “Lucian… people are staring.” “Let them.” He smiled, that crooked, dangerous smile. “I don’t care what they think.” But I did. Because across the room, Mia was watching us with pure venom in her eyes. She whispered something to her friend, and both of them looked at me like I was prey. By lunch, the rumors had gotten worse. I sat alone at the edge of the cafeteria, poking at my food. My appetite was gone. Someone had “accidentally” spilled juice on my seat earlier, and my skirt was still damp. I just wanted the day to end. Footsteps approached. I looked up, expecting more bullying. It was Lucian again. He set his tray down across from me and sat without asking. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said quietly, glancing around. “Mia’s going to” “Fuck Mia,” he said calmly, picking up a fry. “I sit where I want. And right now, I want to sit with you.” My heart raced. Part of me wanted to run, but another part the lonely, aching part wanted him to stay. We talked about small things: favorite movies, how much we both secretly hated group projects. He made me laugh once, a real laugh, and for a moment the cafeteria noise faded. Then Mia appeared at the end of our table. “Wow,” she said loudly. “My sister is really trying hard today. Lucian, you know she’s only doing this because she’s jealous of me, right? She always copies whatever I like.” Lucian raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t look like copying to me.” Mia’s smile tightened. “You’ll see soon enough.” She gave me one last warning glare before walking off. The rest of the day passed in a blur of anxiety. After the final bell, I went to my locker to grab my bag. Inside, I found my missing notebook torn pages scattered, and on the front cover, in big letters: Stay away from Lucian or I will destroy you. As I closed the locker, a warm hand touched my lower back. “Lily,” Lucian said softly behind me. “Come with me for a bit. There’s something I want to show you.” I turned. He was so close. His eyes were dark, intense, focused completely on me. My body reacted before my brain could a rush of heat low in my belly. “I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I whispered. But when he took my hand gently and pulled me toward the quiet back staircase, I didn’t resist. My twin sister’s warning echoed in my head, but for the first time, I wanted to ignore it. What was Lucian planning to show me?Chapter 29Lily’s POVThe pain in my ankle was sharp and throbbing as the nurse helped me off the field. I clutched the crutches tightly, trying not to cry in front of everyone. The entire class was watching. Some with pity. Others with amusement. Mia’s satisfied smile from the sidelines burned into my memory.Of course it was her. The way she had positioned herself near my lane. The perfectly timed trip. She had planned this. Just like she planned everything else.I was on crutches for at least two weeks, the nurse said. No running. No sports. No easy way to escape the hallways where everyone stared at me. I hobbled to my next class, the pain in my ankle nothing compared to the ache in my chest.Lucian had walked away with Mia. I had seen her grab his arm, leaning into him as they left the field together. The image replayed in my mind all afternoon. Her slim body pressed against his. Her laughter. The way she looked at me with triumph in her eyes.By the time I got home, I was exhaus
Chapter 28I went home with a heavy heart. Lucian had insisted on walking me part of the way, his hand gently holding mine until we reached the corner of my street. He kissed my forehead softly before letting me go. “Be safe,” he whispered. “Text me when you’re home.”But instead of leaving, he followed me.“Lily, let me walk you home.”I looked into his eyes and found myself unable to refuse.“Okay.”I was terrified that Mom and Mia would find out I had been with Lucian, but despite my fears, I let him come with me anyway.When I stepped through the front door, Mom was waiting in the living room. Her face was tight with anger. Before I could even open my mouth to explain, her hand flew across my face.The slap was sharp and stinging. I stumbled back, my cheek burning.“Mom” I started, tears already forming.Lucian, who had followed me to the door out of concern, stepped forward. “Ma’am, please let me explain. It wasn’t what you think”“Get out!” Mom shouted, pointing at the door. “You
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the soft, unfamiliar bed beneath me. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, like someone had hit me with a hammer and left the pain behind as a souvenir. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the faint scent of Lucian’s cologne lingered in the air. I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of where I was.Lucian’s bed.I sat up too quickly, wincing as the headache intensified. My clothes were dry now someone had changed me into one of his oversized shirts. The realization made my cheeks burn. I looked around the room: simple, masculine, with a few trophies on the shelf and a photo of him with his family on the nightstand. It felt intimate. Too intimate.Lucian was sitting in a chair beside the bed, his elbows on his knees, watching me with worried eyes. His hair was still slightly damp from the rain, and there was a small cut on his lip from the earlier fight with Max.“You’re awake,” he said softly, relief flooding his voi
I waited in school longer than I should have. The library had become my hiding place during the last period, and I must have dozed off while pretending to read. When I woke up, the wall clock in the dim corner showed it was past 9 PM. Panic surged through me. The school was almost empty, the hallways dark and silent.“Oh God,” I whispered, grabbing my bag and rushing out.It was raining heavily outside. The downpour was relentless, soaking me instantly as I stepped into the night. I had no choice but to walk home. My uniform clung to my body, my shoes squelching with every step. The rain mixed with the tears already forming in my eyes.After a few minutes of walking, I noticed someone behind me. At first, I thought it was a mistake just another person heading the same way. But when I quickened my pace, they did too. My heart started beating faster. I took a few more hurried steps, glancing over my shoulder. Three boys. Their faces were hidden in the shadows, but I recognized the way
I dragged myself out of bed the next morning, my eyes still puffy from another night of silent crying. The mirror in our small bathroom showed a girl I barely recognized tired eyes, pale skin, and a defeated slump in my shoulders. I stared at my reflection for a long moment, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Enough, I told myself. No more trouble. No more heartbreak. No more hoping for things that only hurt me. I made a promise right there in front of the mirror. From today on, I would avoid any drama. I would keep my head down, focus on graduating, and protect what little peace I had left. I opened my phone, deleted every soft post I had saved about Lucian the secret screenshots of his texts, the photos I had taken of him from afar. My thumb hovered over his contact for a second before I blocked and deleted his number too. It hurt, but it was necessary. I got to school with my walls firmly in place. Lucian tried to talk to me almost immediately. He waited near my lock
I woke up with red, swollen eyes, the kind that made it obvious I had cried myself to sleep. My face felt puffy, my head throbbed with a dull ache, and my chest felt like it had been hollowed out overnight. The pain from overhearing Sam and Ben’s conversation still sat heavy inside me, like a stone lodged in my heart that refused to move.Mia was already awake, sitting on her bed and scrolling through her phone. When she looked up and saw my face, her expression shifted from casual indifference to mild curiosity.“Why are you like this?” she asked, tilting her head. There was no real concern in her voice only a detached interest, like I was some strange specimen she was studying. “Whatever made you like this… I’m happy about it.”Her words were the final crack in the dam.Anger and heartbreak surged through me all at once. I sat up in bed, my voice cracking as I shouted her name. “Why, Mia?! Why won’t you love me even once?!”The words poured out of me like a flood I could no longer h







