Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series)

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Chapter
 1
 
Just
 walk
 away.
 
 
 
“Can
 I
 have
 an
 iced
 mocha
 latte
 with
 skim
 milk
 and
 whipped
 cream?”
 Yeah,
 

Besides,
 it
 had
 been
 my
 breakfast
 for
 the
 past
 four
 years
 of
 college.
 
 
“That’ll
 be
 three
 dollars
 and
 thirteen
 cents.
 Please
 pull
 around.”
 
I
 loved
 routines,
 my
 life,
 and
 the
 future
 that
 I
 was
 going
 to
 have.
 
 
I
 couldn’t
 believe
 that
 I’d
 finally
 graduated
 and
 was
 now
 able
 to
 start
 my
 life.
 

After
 I’d
 found
 a
 job,
 it
 was
 my
 plan
 to
 go
 back
 to
 school
 and
 get
 my
 bachelors
 
degree.
 I
 can’t
 remember
 a
 time
 when
 I
 wasn’t
 ambitious.
 It
 was
 in
 my
 blood,
 with
 
my
 parents
 both
 being
 doctors.
 
 

They’d
 wanted
 me
 to
 follow
 in
 their
 footsteps,
 but
 I
 still
 wasn’t
 sure
 that
 was
 
the
 right
 career
 path
 for
 me.
 The
 hardest
 part
 was
 the
 fact
 that
 I
 hadn’t
 been
 home
 
in
 years.
 It
 wasn’t
 because
 of
 my
 parents
 and
 it
 wasn’t
 even
 because
 of
 my
 sister,
 
well,
 not
 directly
 because
 of
 her.
 She
 couldn’t
 have
 known
 what
 was
 going
 on
 inside
 
of
 my
 head.
 
 

No,
 there
 was
 someone
 else
 that
 I
 couldn’t
 face;
 someone
 that
 I’d
 be
 forced
 to
 
be
 around
 if
 I
 went
 home
 to
 visit.
 
 
Stoshua
 Wheeler.
 
 
I
 guess
 to
 better
 understand
 my
 reasoning,
 I’ll
 have
 to
 go
 back
 to
 my
 senior
 
year
 of
 high
 school,
 the
 year
 when
 everything
 happened.
 It
 was
 then
 that
 I
 decided
 
that
 I
 needed
 to
 be
 as
 far
 away
 from
 my
 twin
 sister,
 and
 this
 town,
 as
 I
 could
 get.
 
Growing
 up,
 and
 being
 just
 minutes
 apart,
 was
 awesome
 having
 a
 twin.
 We
 
talked
 alike,
 dressed
 alike,
 and
 shared
 everything.
 Every
 memory
 I
 ever
 had
 as
 a
 
little
 girl,
 my
 sister
 was
 with
 me.
 We
 were
 inseparable
 and
 the
 best
 of
 friends.
 
Imagine
 having
 someone
 that
 is
 the
 mirror
 image
 of
 you.
 We
 shared
 the
 same
 
friends
 and
 even
 interests.
 
 
Then
 high
 school
 happened.
 
 
It
 was
 the
 first
 day
 of
 our
 senior
 year.
 My
 sister,
 being
 captain
 of
 the
 
cheerleading
 squad,
 changed
 her
 outfit
 at
 least
 six
 times.
 She
 couldn’t
 decide
 on
 
putting
 her
 hair
 up
 or
 leaving
 it
 down.
 
 
While
 she
 had
 a
 nervous
 breakdown,
 I
 straightened
 my
 hair
 and
 put
 on
 the
 
outfit
 that
 I’d
 picked
 out
 the
 night
 before.
 I’d
 already
 looked
 up
 my
 syllabus
 and
 
known
 my
 schedule,
 since
 I
 volunteered
 at
 the
 school
 during
 the
 summer.
 
 
 
The
 one
 thing
 I
 hated
 about
 high
 school,
 was
 having
 to
 share
 a
 car
 with
 my
 
sister.
 Sure,
 it
 was
 a
 BMW,
 and
 all
 of
 our
 friends
 envied
 us,
 but
 my
 sister
 had
 the
 
crazy
 social
 life.
 I
 was
 usually
 stuck
 bumming
 a
 ride
 with
 one
 of
 my
 friends.
 
As
 usual,
 I
 ended
 up
 being
 the
 first
 student
 to
 arrive
 in
 class.
 Most
 people
 
wouldn’t
 enjoy
 AP
 Chemistry
 first
 thing
 in
 the
 morning.
 I
 felt
 it
 to
 be
 invigorating.
 
 
The
 class
 filled
 with
 familiar
 faces.
 When
 you
 were
 enrolled
 in
 the
 classes
 
that
 I
 was
 in,
 you
 were
 always
 stuck
 with
 the
 same
 people.
 It
 was
 good
 to
 have
 the
 
same
 friends,
 even
 though
 my
 studies
 were
 more
 important
 than
 any
 kind
 of
 
socializing.
 
 
I’d
 been
 on
 a
 mission
 ever
 since
 middle
 school.
 My
 focus
 was
 to
 have
 the
 best
 
grade
 point
 average
 that
 was
 possible.
 
I
 was
 prepared
 for
 the
 new
 school
 year.
 Nothing
 could
 distract
 me.
 
Well,
 that’s
 what
 I
 thought.
 
Five
 minutes
 after
 the
 bell
 rang,
 the
 most
 handsome
 specimen
 of
 a
 man
 
walked
 into
 my
 classroom.
 His
 hair
 was
 wavy
 and
 he
 was
 so
 tan.
 Even
 before
 I
 saw
 
his
 blue
 eyes,
 I
 think
 I
 knew
 they
 were
 going
 to
 make
 me
 melt.
 
The
 teacher
 took
 his
 schedule
 and
 looked
 out
 at
 us.
 The
 only
 empty
 seat
 was
 
next
 to
 me.
 I
 usually
 preferred
 sitting
 alone,
 so
 that
 I
 could
 focus.
 
 
“What
 kind
 of
 name
 is
 Stoshua?”
 
“Joshua
 was
 already
 taken,”
 he
 replied
 sarcastically.
 
I
 couldn’t
 help
 but
 laugh.
 
A
 couple
 students
 turned
 around
 and
 gave
 me
 a
 dirty
 look.
 
 
When
 I
 looked
 up
 at
 the
 front
 of
 the
 classroom
 again,
 the
 new
 guy
 was
 
looking
 right
 at
 me.
 I
 didn’t
 know
 what
 to
 do,
 so
 I
 looked
 down
 at
 my
 hands
 and
 
refused
 to
 look
 at
 him
 again.
 My
 cheeks
 were
 rapidly
 growing
 hot
 and
 my
 heart
 was
 
pounding
 out
 of
 my
 chest.
 
 
I
 wasn’t
 used
 to
 feeling
 so
 embarrassed,
 but
 this
 guy
 was
 so
 gorgeous.
 To
 
make
 matters
 worse,
 the
 teacher
 had
 him
 sit
 right
 next
 to
 me
 and
 assigned
 him
 as
 
my
 lab
 partner.
 It
 was
 the
 first
 day
 that
 I
 didn’t
 want
 to
 be
 in
 chemistry
 and
 also
 the
 
first
 time
 I’d
 had
 a
 panic
 attack.
 
As
 the
 months
 went
 by,
 my
 obsession
 with
 the
 new
 guy,
 turned
 into
 an
 
infatuation.
 The
 more
 I
 tried
 to
 stay
 focused
 on
 school,
 the
 more
 I
 fantasized
 about
 
Stoshua.
 We
 got
 to
 know
 each
 other
 and
 became
 close
 friends.
 I
 was
 too
 shy
 to
 admit
 
that
 I
 was
 interested
 in
 him.
 I’d
 never
 dated
 and
 I
 didn’t
 know
 how
 to
 be
 in
 a
 
relationship.
 
 
He
 became
 my
 second
 best
 friend.
 On
 the
 weekends,
 we’d
 watch
 eighties
 
movies
 and
 hang
 out,
 studying
 or
 going
 places
 together.
 We
 talked
 about
 everything
 
and
 had
 each
 other
 on
 speed
 dial.
 With
 my
 sister
 being
 so
 involved
 in
 herself,
 Stosh
 
was
 my
 only
 confidant.
 Sure,
 I
 could
 never
 admit
 how
 I
 felt
 about
 him,
 but
 it
 didn’t
 
matter.
 All
 I
 wanted
 to
 do
 was
 be
 with
 him,
 every
 second
 of
 every
 day.
 I
 fantasized
 
about
 changing
 my
 last
 name
 to
 Wheeler.
 I
 designed
 my
 wedding
 gown
 in
 my
 head
 
and
 named
 our
 first
 born
 son.
 
Don’t
 act
 like
 you’ve
 never
 done
 it
 before.
 We
 all
 fantasize
 about
 being
 swept
 
away
 by
 our
 own
 version
 of
 prince
 charming.
 For
 me,
 he
 was
 my
 kryptonite.
 I
 lived
 
and
 breathed
 to
 be
 near
 him,
 all
 in
 hopes
 of
 one
 day
 to
 become
 Mrs.
 Stoshua
 
Wheeler.
 
 
 
At
 the
 end
 of
 the
 school
 year,
 a
 few
 weeks
 before
 prom,
 I
 had
 this
 feeling
 like
 
he
 was
 going
 to
 ask
 me.
 
 Since
 we
 had
 even
 more
 classes
 together
 that
 semester,
 we
 
were
 together
 all
 of
 the
 time.
 He’d
 come
 over
 to
 study
 and
 stay
 for
 dinner,
 or
 I’d
 do
 
the
 same
 at
 his
 house.
 
 
Even
 though
 I
 didn’t
 know
 for
 sure,
 I
 believed
 that
 he
 liked
 me
 as
 much
 as
 I
 
liked
 him.
 
I’ll
 never
 forget
 practicing
 over
 and
 over
 what
 my
 conversation
 with
 Stosh
 
was
 going
 to
 be.
 At
 first,
 I
 wrote
 him
 notes.
 After
 going
 through
 almost
 an
 entire
 
notebook
 of
 paper,
 I
 decided
 that
 it
 was
 better
 if
 I
 just
 came
 out
 and
 said
 what
 I
 was
 
feeling.
 
 
Gaining
 the
 courage
 to
 put
 myself
 out
 there
 was
 nerve
 racking.
 Once
 any
 
other
 logical
 option
 was
 exhausted,
 I
 knew
 I
 had
 to
 go
 for
 it.
 My
 sister
 knew
 I
 was
 up
 
to
 something
 immediately.
 This
 particular
 year
 had
 been
 harder
 for
 me.
 As
 focused
 
as
 I
 was
 on
 school,
 I
 felt
 like
 she
 was
 leaving
 me
 out
 of
 things.
 She
 hung
 out
 with
 her
 
friends
 more
 than
 she
 spent
 time
 with
 me.
 Most
 nights,
 she
 snuck
 in
 the
 house
 after
 
curfew
 and
 smelled
 of
 booze.
 Her
 defiance
 was
 associated
 with
 her
 popularity
 and
 
the
 type
 of
 people
 that
 she
 hung
 out
 with.
 In
 some
 ways
 I
 was
 jealous.
 Ivy
 was
 
always
 having
 fun,
 where
 I
 was
 always
 focused
 on
 being
 the
 best
 person
 I
 could
 be.
 
Responsibility
 was
 important
 to
 me,
 but
 not
 my
 sister.
 
With
 prom
 being
 so
 close,
 it
 also
 meant
 that
 finals
 were
 even
 closer.
 I’d
 
studied
 for
 weeks
 and
 was
 sure
 to
 ace
 all
 of
 my
 exams.
 Ivy
 came
 to
 me
 one
 day
 in
 
tears.
 
 
“Will,
 you
 have
 to
 help
 me.
 I’m
 in
 big
 trouble.”
 
Only
 two
 people
 called
 me
 Will.
 
 
Ivy
 and
 Stosh.
 
“What’s
 wrong
 now?
 Did
 you
 break
 a
 nail
 or
 something?
 Did
 you
 lose
 your
 
favorite
 mini-‐skirt?
 Is
 your
 period
 due?”
 
She
 raised
 her
 eyebrow,
 like
 I
 was
 out
 of
 line.
 “I’m
 being
 serious!”
 She
 pushed
 
me
 and
 sat
 next
 to
 me
 on
 my
 bed.
 “If
 I
 fail
 my
 exam,
 I
 won’t
 graduate.”
 
“What
 are
 you
 talking
 about?”
 
She
 rolled
 her
 eyes
 and
 stood
 up
 to
 admire
 herself
 in
 the
 mirror.
 “It’s
 Biology.
 
You
 know
 I
 hate
 that
 class.
 The
 teacher
 is
 pissed
 at
 me
 because
 he’d
 never
 have
 
someone
 like
 me.
 He
 has
 it
 out
 for
 me,
 I
 swear.”
 
I
 shook
 my
 head.
 My
 sister
 could
 never
 admit
 that
 something
 was
 her
 fault.
 
“So,
 you
 want
 me
 to
 help
 you
 study?”
 
She
 gave
 me
 a
 dirty
 look.
 “Are
 you
 kidding
 me,
 right
 now?
 Um,
 hell
 to
 the
 no.
 I
 
want
 you
 to
 take
 the
 exam
 for
 me.”
 
“You’re
 crazy!
 I’m
 not
 doing
 that!
 Besides,
 I
 would
 miss
 my
 own
 final
 to
 help
 
you.”
 She
 must
 be
 insane
 if
 she
 thought
 I
 would
 be
 willing
 to
 trade
 places
 with
 her
 
and
 let
 her
 take
 my
 test.
 My
 sister
 was
 beautiful
 and
 very
 popular,
 but
 she
 sucked
 at
 
anything
 that
 had
 to
 do
 with
 academics.
 
“I
 am
 going
 to
 hook
 that
 day.
 The
 makeup
 exam
 will
 be
 the
 following
 day
 and
 
you’ll
 be
 all
 done.
 Please
 Will?
 I
 don’t
 want
 to
 fail
 my
 senior
 year.
 I’m
 begging
 you.”
 
I
 walked
 over
 to
 my
 window.
 Did
 she
 even
 know
 what
 she
 was
 asking
 me
 to
 
do?
 How
 could
 I
 possibly
 do
 something
 so
 illegal?
 How
 could
 I
 chance
 losing
 
everything
 that
 I’d
 worked
 for?
 
I’ll
 tell
 you
 how…
 
I
 did
 it
 for
 my
 twin
 sister;
 the
 one
 who
 shared
 the
 egg
 that
 created
 us.
 She
 
was
 my
 partner,
 no
 matter
 what
 the
 sacrifice.
 I’d
 do
 anything
 to
 make
 her
 happy.
 In
 
fact,
 I
 couldn’t
 be
 happy
 unless
 I
 knew
 she
 was
 too.