I felt your eyes on me, lingering on my face. But I didn't know why. I was normal, with brown hair that hung around my shoulders, and nothing special about me, save my eyes. Everyone I knew always told me, 'Your eyes will make you best.' So I hid, not wanting to find you staring into my gold-brown eyes, not wanting to face your feelings, knowing I could never feel the same. But you caught me when I wasn't ready. Your feelings did the same.
A smooth whisper of rubber on marble, from behind me, and a hand about my wrist.
I turned and tried to free my hand. I was staring into eyes opposite of mine. Two icy, gray-blue pools on light bored into my head. But what I wasn't expecting, the hatred of your glare. I recognized the black hair framing that face. "I believe you'll remember my sister's name, Rosy-Ann, Nate." My mouth formed into a grim line. "She wasn't looking for a feelingless, brainless creep, who'd give her what she wanted. She was looking for some living, breathing, thinking man to see her for what she was. So, if you want to express your anger, go the the empress of stupidity. I'm not Rosy-Ann. And I don't deliver messages either." I turned back and tried to free my hand again. You held on stubbornly. You turned me around, shoved me against the wall, and pressed your lips to mine.
"I'm not Nate." you whispered, before you faded into blackness.
I woke up, cursing my mind. The guy I hated most, leaking even into my dreams. My sister's boyfriend. My twin wasn't going to give up on him, either.
We were in assembly when I felt eyes on my face. I avoided his gaze and tried to ignore it. I stared at the boy beside him. My sister was holding that boy's hand. I peeked at the boy staring at me. He looked exactly like Nate. S***, Nate had a twin, too. I was the first one out as soon as they released us.
I flew down the hall, and hid behind a pillar. I looked out the window, not listening, not caring. A hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around. I stifled a scream as the same icy blue-gray eyes that taunted me in my dreams stared me down. "Hi." I squeaked out. "I'm-" My introduction was cut short as he covered my mouth with his hand and crammed us both into the nearest janitors closet.
"Jesse." He breathed, his eyes still exploring my face.
I held out my hand. "Jesse. Does Nate hate you as much as Rosy-Ann hates me?"
"I guess. Who're you?" He asked.
"Jesse. It's nice to meet you. I'm Whitney."
His eyes explored my face for about two more seconds. Then he backed me into a wall and shoved his mouth on mine. I sighed happily. I shook my hair out of its barette. He braided his fingers in my hair and held me close. I didn't mind. I was in the Land of Bliss.

