Twinning

Chapter 24

I take a deep breath and look into the twins eyes.

"Harry?" I ask, completely overwhelmed with emotion.

"Yes, Harry!" I immediately look down at my lack of clothes and pull my shirt over my head.

"Oh my God, you're Harry!"

"I tried stopping her, but she just came on too strong!" I hear Marcel chime in. And that's when I realize it. Harry has told me to be careful around Marcel and that's exactly why. Marcel only likes my body. I can feel the ghost of Marcel's hands and lips all over my body and I just stare at Harry, my eyes begin filling with tears. "She's just too powerful. She knows what she wants." I don't even deny what Marcel says. There's nothing I could say or do to make this easier for me right now. I pick up Marcel's shirt and throw at him before the first tear falls from my eyes.

"I uh... I think I should get going." I stumble past Marcel, I can feel his eyes glued to my ass. Self consciously, I pull down my shorts so they're covering more of my butt as I walk past everyone to grab my shoes. Harry's friend looks at me and then begins stumbling over to me.

"Wait I need a hug goodbye!" The friend throws his body to mine and wraps his arms around me. "You smell sweaty." He exclaims, adding a small laugh at the end of his phrase. Once he finally lets go of me, I can't help but laugh a tiny bit before I see Harry eyeing me, furiously.

"You smell sweaty? Whose sweat is that, Jennifer? Yours or Marcel's?" The comment hits me in the heart and I just shake my head, no and stagger back.

"Harry, no. You don't understand."

"I understand what I saw when I walked in the room. What else was there to it?" I swallow hard and turn to Marcel who is just staring at me, smugly.

"I'll call you later." I say, weakly.

"Oh hell no. Do not call me. Damnit don't even come back here again." My eyes meet his once again and that's when I feel the tears falling freely from my eyes.

"You won't even let me explain myself?" I ask, pathetically.

"Alright, yeah. Explain. Now. Or do you need more time to get your fake story together?" I take a deep breath and glance around the room from his drunk friend, to him, to Marcel.

"I'm not fucking lying to you. I thought it was you but when he started going farther and taking off my clothes, I tried to stop him but-"

"But you wanted it, too. Didn't you?" He steps forward, closer to me. I take a small step back and croak out the word "no". "Oh, that's right. Because you knew it was him all along. Did you at least use a condom?" He asks, mocking me.

"Harry nothing happened! I didn't let it happen!" I scream. The words rip out of my throat and tears begin blurring my vision.

"Oh nothing happened?" He steps in close to me so we're breathing the same air. "Then what the hell is this?" He jabs his thumb aggressively on the still sore hickey on my neck. I wince. "And this?" "And all the ones down by your thighs?" And that's when I can't take it anymore. I fall to my knees and just begin sobbing into my hands. Harry immediately backs up, disgusted. "Don't get any fucking tears on my shoes." He spits the words out to me. I just shake my head, violently as Harry begins walking away from me. He continuously curses under his breath.

"I'm sorry." I sob, even though nothing ever happened. "I'm still a virgin." I wail out the words.

"Y'know I don't even want you in my house right now, Jennifer." I stop for a moment and look up at him, horrified. "Get the hell out of here." He points aggressively to the door and I slowly stand up.