A TASTE OF CANDY POISON

CHAP 10🌸

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The Ferrari hummed beneath me, a symphony of power and precision that vibrated through my bones.

My twin brother, Tristian, expertly navigated the sleek red machine through the bustling city streets, his focus unwavering, his confidence radiating through the leather interior. I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck.

Prom night. The culmination of countless whispered conversations, hushed daydreams, and carefully crafted plans.

It was supposed to be a night of magic, a night of firsts, a night that would be etched in the annals of high school lore.

But the anticipation, the excitement, was laced with a thread of anxiety, a nagging sense of unease that I couldn't quite shake.

"You alright, bro?" Tristian asked, his voice a calm counterpoint to the symphony of the engine. He glanced at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and concern. "You're practically vibrating in your seat."

I forced a smile, a nervous twitch playing at the corner of my lips. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, my voice a little too high-pitched, a little too eager. "Just a little…excited."

"Excited?" Tristian chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or maybe a little nervous about facing your crush for the hundredth time in a tuxedo?"

I blushed, my cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. Tristian knew me too well, knew my every weakness, every secret. He had been my partner in crime, my confidante, my best friend since the moment we were born. He was my other half, the yin to my yang, the one person who truly understood me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'm just looking forward to a night of fun with friends."

Tristian raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of skepticism and amusement. "Right," he said, his voice laced with a playful sarcasm. "Fun with friends. Sure, bro."

We fell into a comfortable silence, the hum of the engine a steady backdrop to our unspoken thoughts. I glanced at Tristian, his profile sharp and handsome, his gaze focused on the road ahead. He was everything I wasn't: confident, charismatic, effortlessly cool. He was the life of the party, the one who always knew what to say, the one who effortlessly charmed everyone he met.

I, on the other hand, was the quiet one, the bookworm, the one who preferred the company of a good book to the chaos of a crowded room. I was the one who always felt a little out of place, a little awkward, a little too shy.

"So," I said, trying to break the silence, "how's your love life?"

Tristian chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You know, nothing really happens,as usual ," he said, his voice laced with a hint of playful arrogance. "he's too loyal to me,Alex can't even look away,and it's kinda getting boring now"

"eh? really? you're always flirting with someone," I said, my voice laced with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "I mean you're a natural charmer, Tristian. You could have any girls or boys you want and why not make it as an advantage to make Alex jealous.. adding a thrill to your relationship?"

Tristan shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Maybe, I'll try" he said, his voice a low murmur. "But I'm not really into that shits,I mean I can't find someone who can handle my wild side, someone who can keep up with me,you get what I mean bro?"

"yeah..like Alex?" I asked, my voice a playful tease.

Tristian's cheeks flushed a faint pink, his gaze darting away from mine. "Yeah whatever," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I get bored but ohh fuck.. I loved him so much"

"Right," I said as I playfully rolled my eyes at him making him chuckles.

We continued to chat, our conversation a mix of playful banter and heartfelt confessions. We talked about our dreams, our fears, our hopes for the future. We were two sides of the same coin, two halves of a whole, two souls bound together by an invisible thread.

The campus came into view, a sprawling expanse of manicured lawns and imposing buildings, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The air buzzed with excitement, a symphony of laughter and music that filled the air.

"Here we are," Tristian said, his voice a mix of amusement and excitement. "The land of dreams, the kingdom of teenage angst."

He pulled the Ferrari to a stop, the engine sputtering to a quiet hum. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. Prom night.

"Good luck, bro," Tristian said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Have fun. And don't forget to get laid by Kylle."

He winked at me, his smile a mixture of teasing and encouragement. I blushed, my cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

"yeah whatever," I said, my voice barely a whisper feeling embarrassed and flustered.

Tristian stepped out of the car, his silhouette a striking figure against the backdrop of the setting sun. He gave me a quick hug, his hand resting on my shoulder for a moment.

"Go get 'em, tiger," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Have a good time."

He turned and went back inside the Ferrari,his steps and posture filled with confidence.I watched him go, a wave of gratitude washing over me. He was my rock, my anchor, my best friend.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, the cool night air washing over me, a welcome respite from the stifling heat of my emotions.

The crowd parted as I approached, their gazes fixed on me, a mixture of awe and shock in their eyes. They didn't know me that much,they only thought that I was an ordinary nerd guy,but no,I am attractive and nerdy, both wealthy and shy for real.

'Oh yeah,thanks Tristian for giving me some fucking confidence'

I felt a blush creep up my neck, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I tried to ignore the stares, to focus on the task at hand. I scanned the crowd, searching for Kylle.

Just then, Emily came running towards me, her face flushed with excitement. "Sebastian!" she exclaimed, her voice breathless. "The principal is looking for you. She says the prom is starting now!"

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I hadn't even had a chance to get my bearings, to find Kylle. I was already behind schedule, already feeling the pressure of the night.

"What?" I asked, my voice a mere whisper. "But I haven't even had a chance to…"

"Don't worry," Emily said, her voice reassuring. "She's just making a quick announcement. Then the music will start. You'll have plenty of time to find Kylle."

She gave me a reassuring smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on," she said, her hand gently pulling me towards the entrance. "Let's go."

I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Prom night. It was finally here.