Selena’s POV:
As Jason and I climbed into the back of the taxi we made no sound, no anything. We sat most of the way home in silence. It was a very awkward and timid atmosphere between us. The only conversation we made was when the taxi driver asked what happened to Jason’s face and we explained how he got into a fight and that was it.
I noticed Justin had his blood stained sleeves rolled up a little bit, just enough to expose most of his tan forearm. I noticed a few marks on him like little scars that went horizontally across his skin in little pale marks. I tried stealing a couple quick glances to see how many covered his skin while he stared blankly ahead out the front window.
"What are you staring at." He finally snapped, turning his head towards me knitting his eyebrows together.
"Your arm… why do you have scars?" I whispered lowly enough for only Jason to hear.
His face hardened a bit as he pulled down his sleeve, “Cats, I have one.”
"Oh." I replied dumbly. I felt like such an idiot now, I thought it was something else. I shook the thought out of my head and returned my attention out of my sideview window, sighing and wondering what Justin was doing right now.
Jason’s POV:
My heart felt like it was going to climb right out of my chest and my throat felt like it was closing up tight. She noticed, for the first time in my life someone actually noticed. God how could I have been so stupid in rolling up my sleeves like that? At least I replied with a good lie. Hopefully she didn’t notice I was lying, I don’t think she did. I did not think my scars were even noticeable enough to see.
I tried to calm myself down and looked out of the window, taking deep breaths through my mouth because I am pretty sure my nose is broken. I was so stupid in beating up that guy, I hope he was okay. Wait what am I even talking about, he tried getting with Selena. That fucking bastard deserved it.
But then again, I deserved to get beaten up for being such a huge asshole for the past two months. Ever since my dad even told me I had a twin I just… lost it I guess. I went completely bezerk. Maybe that’s why he left me and went off to live with his new wife, I was an awful and shitty son to him. He still pays the house bills for me and stuff and I am thankful for that but other than that I haven’t made any social contact with him. I live on my own, and I hate it. I hate being alone because it just leaves me to over think everything I did wrong in my life causing me to have all these urges. Then, the one thing happened that actually makes me calm down. Sex.
Sex was always my only option into escaping my thoughts and putting all of my anger and frustration towards myself into sex. When I kidnapped all of Justin’s girlfriend’s I didn’t just use them for research, I used them to help me calm down. I know I completely fucked up Justin’s relationship with his girlfriend’s afterwords but lets admit, he can get any girl he wants. I can’t. Even though we are twins I still feel completely different from him. He was cool and awesome, I was the lonely fucked up loser who lived by himself and rapes girls. He was popular and tons of girls want him, no one likes me and no one wants me near them. Also, even though we were identical twins I still felt like the ugly ogre compared to him. Justin knew how to carry himself well and I didn’t. I am a complete and utter mess compared to Justin.
"Turn down here." Selena said tot he taxi cab driver snapping me out of my thoughts. We pulled up to Justin’s house and Selena climbed out of the cab and slammed the door behind her, not even saying goodbye to me. Oh jeez, hopefully I didn’t screw up again and made her pissed off at me.
Selena’s POV:
I opened up the door to Justin’s house and shut the door after me. I inahled the scent of freshly chopped salad and bacon as I entered their house. “Who’s there?” Justin’s voice rang from the kitchen. I smiled and butterflies flew around in my stomach. Just hearing his voice made me feel all tingly inside. I kicked off my heels and threw my purse on the couch and ran into the kitchen with a gigantic smile on my face.
