She’d lost Asa once, and she wasn’t about to let him slip through her hands the second time around. Because when you found that certain someone whose soul was able to spark a fire in yours, you held onto them with both hands, and you never, never let go.
THE END
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Prologue
Samantha sat across the cafeteria eating with all her friends. They were all huddled around her waiting for her to talk, like she was God, and they were her disciples. It made me gag. With every word Sam spoke, all of her friends fell further in love with her. Sam would giggle out a saying and then flick her blonde hair. And at that, everyone would swoon.
Everyone except me, that is.
I sat alone which was the usual. The three friends that I had didn’t have the same lunch schedule as me, so that meant I ate alone while I watched my sister enjoy everyone’s company. I hated her for being liked by everybody. She was the prettier twin. The more liked twin—not according to Quinn and Rebecca, of course—but to me it was so.
If she was the head cheerleader, which she was, I was the water girl.
I couldn’t stand Sam. Ever since middle school, she has done nothing but push her way up the social ladder using her looks and charm. With her rise in popularity, you would think that I would have climbed up with her, but nothing could have been more wrong. I was stuck at the bottom, forced to endure endless torment. At school, Sam pretended as if I didn’t exist. When we were home, sometimes we would hang out, but somewhere along the way, that stopped, and I was thrown to the wolves.
Chapter 1
Hey Sis
I hated parties.
Parties were probably my least favorite things. But Sam loved them. She threw one practically every weekend our parents went out, and this weekend was no exception.
I could already feel the bass from upstairs in my room. The floor shook beneath my feet, making it difficult for me to apply my eyeliner.
“It’s only nine!” Quinn shouted from behind me. “Why is the music already blasting?” She covered her head with my pillow and fell onto the bed. “How many people can actually be here already?”
“Explain to me again. Why are we going to Sam’s party?” Becca asked from the bathroom linked to my room. She was applying her makeup there since I was taking up the full-length mirror in my room.
“I’m tired of having to ditch my own house almost every Friday night,” I said and threw my eyeliner into my makeup bag. I had given up applying it and decided that my brown eye shadow was good enough. I stood up and examined my outfit. It wasn’t much. A black dress that hugged my skin and a flannel to cover my arms. A pair of black sneaker pumps completed my outfit. It wasn’t every day I got to dress up. Usually, I just wore soccer clothes, so this was a treat.
“We could be watching America’s Next Top Model right now.” Quinn moaned and lifted the pillow from her face. “Did you know there’s a marathon tonight?” It was clear they hated parties just as much as I did. I guess that’s why we’re friends
“Fine,” I said, spinning around. “If you want to watch that, go ahead. I’m going downstairs,” I hissed. They both looked at each other in alarm.
I flicked my blonde hair over my shoulder and strutted over to the door.
Before I could leave, the door swung open.
“Let’s go party, bitches!” Caleb shouted in the doorway and ran over to my bed, landing on it with a soft thud. Caleb jumped around Quinn who sat in a ball in the middle, screaming. “We’re going to a party! We’re going to a party!” Caleb sang as he jumped all around. For whatever reason, he loved parties, but, unfortunately, our group never got to go to any. It was usually because Sam was there. It was already bad that I had to live in the same town as her, let alone in the same house. Caleb would always say that we should throw our own party or that we should go to more, but us nobodies never went to cool parties, so that was out of the question.
Him being six-feet tall, I was sure he was bound to hit his head on my slanted ceiling. Each time he jumped on my bed, his blond hair bounced closer to it.
“I swear, if you hit your head and die…,” I began. I grabbed a towel that was hanging on my door and threw it at him. He flinched a little but continued to jump, wearing his usual goofy grin. “…I am not cleaning up your blood stains!” I shouted. Caleb only winked at me.
“That looks like fun!” Becca shouted and ran over to the bed, too. She crawled onto it and stood, holding Caleb’s hands and jumping with him around a now very panicked Quinn.
“I hate you all.” I sighed and turned to leave my room for the second time.
In my doorway, though, now stood the mega bitch. She glared at me with her emerald eyes. Her perfectly waxed eyebrows were pinched together. Her curled blonde hair was perfectly placed over her shoulder as she crossed her bony arms.
It was Sam.
It was my twin sister.
Yay.
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