Hate at First Sight

Chapter 18

Lea's P.O.V.:

A loud bang woke me from my sleep and I heard footsteps come up the stairs.

"Asshole!" I heard Alice shout. I frowned a little and walked to the bedroom door. I opened it and saw Alice with tears streaming down her face. "Alice? Are you okay? What happened?" I asked with utter worry and took her into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed. "David! He thought I was you and he was asking me these questions and he asked if 'we' meaning you and him, because he thought I was you, could give 'us' a chance!" She exclaimed. It was then that I realised that Alice dyed her hair back the original colour. She looks even more beautiful than I do. And we're twins.

"Wait a minute. You ran into David, he thought you were me," I frowned. Well he sure as hell doesn't get a chance with me. I looked at Alice and more tears streamed down her face. I sighed and hugged her, rubbing her back. She hugged back instantly and buried her face into my neck. Poor thing. And I was so cruel to her.

I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry," I whispered. She pulled away and wiped her tears and mascara stains off her cheeks. "Sorry? For what?" She asked. "For everything, for being mad at you all those times, for being such a huge bitch," I looked down at my fingers. "You're sorry? Lea, if anyone should be sorry, it's me. I practically took everything away from you and I'm so sorry for that," she said. "And I'm sorry for making you feel unwanted and unwelcome," I said and bit my lip.

Alice grinned and held out her hand, "Friends?" She asked. I took her hand and smiled, "how about Sisters?" I asked and we both bursted out in laughter.

"So," I said and I sat opposite of her, crossing my legs, "tell me everything about America! I'm sure the guys who live there are smoking hot and not as pale as they are here in Ireland," I giggled.

She giggled and started talking, "well, I lived in LA so it was always like 35 degrees (Celcius) outside. Erm, I sort of had a boyfriend, Mason, but it was something you and David had, I lived with Aunt Amy and Jake. I had a lot of friends, but I don't know if they were my real friends, and, erm, that's about it," she said and giggled.

"Mason? Mason who? Do you miss him?" I asked. "Well, of course I miss him, Mason Bartolini, his father's Italian and his mother's American," she said.
"Well, why don't you go back? Or ask him to come here for a visit or something, I'm sure he'd like that," I suggested. Alice thought about it for a while. "It's not a bad idea, but I don't think he'd want to come here, and to be honest with you I don't really want to go back to America," she said, "I love it too much here, I'm starting to adjust," she giggled.

"Oh well, maybe another time then," I grinned.

I had the perfect plan.