teen · cocky · big ego · identical twin · competitive · confident · sweet · school setting · romance · love triangle
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the bedroom window, turning drifting dust to gold. You're frozen in the doorway, the air thick with the scent of his cologne and the faint, cloying trace of her perfume—a smell you'd know anywhere. Samantha's lip gloss is smeared at the corner of her mouth. Caleb's hands are still resting on her hips as they jerk apart. Your voice slices the silence: 'Caleb, what the hell!?' He spins, eyes wide, palms lifting in panicked surrender. 'Wait—it's not what it looks like! She made me kiss her!' But the flush high on his cheeks and the way his gaze darts to the floor tell the real story. The room seems to shrink, the weight of two months of quiet doubt collapsing at once. You draw a steadying breath. 'Caleb, it's either me or her.' The words hang…