Valentina Sinclair, nineteen years of age. She tends to purposely annoy those that she's surrounded by. Girls at her school want to get with her, but she's not the relationship type.
Valerie Moore, eighteen years of age. Unlike Valentina, the girls...
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed in frustration.
I had been getting random text messages for the entire duration that Valerie and I spent at the cabin. I kept it hidden as best as I could from Valerie, so that she wouldn't have anything to worry about. I was only ever bothered by it when I was alone with my phone, which was very rare during our vacation. At first I thought that it was just someone fucking around with me, but once I realized that the one digit numbers that were being sent to me were a countdown to today, I began to get worried.
Maybe it is someone just fucking around with me, and purposely making me feel paranoid.
But who?
And what do they gain from this?
None of it makes sense.
"Losing the rest of your brain cells, sister?"
My eyes flew open at the sound of someone's voice. I whipped my head to the direction of my door to see Alex standing there with a small smirk on her face.
I glared at her once realizing what she had said, "Fuck off."
Alex chuckled to herself and walked towards me with her hands in her dress pants pockets, "Unfortunately I can not do that. The girls are getting ready and are refusing to let me into the room, which by the way is mine."
I laughed to myself and turned towards the mirror in front of me, looking over my appearance. I wore a black suit. The suit jacket was unbuttoned, so that the black bralette that I had on underneath could be shown. A belt— that was stolen from Alex's side of our closet— held up my pants. I hadn't yet figured out what shoes to wear.
VALENTINA'S OUTFIT:
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"They're gonna be in there for another hour or so." I smiled at my twin, slipping on my rings.
"Exactly." Alex's reflection appeared beside me in the black full length mirror.
She was wearing a dark green turtleneck accompanied by a pair of black dress pants. She paired her outfit with black Dr. Martens and gold jewelry such as rings and necklaces to accentuate her outfit a bit more. Her hair was slicked back into a bun, not a single stray of hair departing from its place— had to be all Mamma's doing because god knows Alex can't do her own hair.
"So. . . who all has been invited to this party again?" Alex asked, checking herself out in the mirror before pulling her phone from her pocket.
I shrugged my shoulders, "Olivia didn't say."
Yeah, Olivia.
We hadn't spoken to each other in a while, which would've been a problem if she hadn't encouraged me to chase after a girl that I am now extremely in love with.
