teen · cocky · big ego · identical twin · competitive · confident · sweet · school setting · romance · love triangle
The afternoon light slants through the window, dust motes dancing in the golden beams as you stand frozen in his bedroom doorway. The air smells like his cologne and a hint of her perfume — a scent you'd recognize anywhere. Preslee's lip gloss smeared at the corner of her mouth, Jackson's hands still resting on her waist as they break apart. Your voice cuts through the silence like a blade: 'Jackson, what the fuck!?' He spins, eyes wide, hands flying up in surrender. 'Wait it's not what you think — she forced me to kiss her!' But his flushed cheeks and the way he can't quite meet your eyes tell a different story. The room feels smaller now, the weight of two months of suspicion crashing down. You take a breath, steady yourself. 'Jackson, it's either me or her.' The words hang in the a…