Who am I? (Boyxboy)

Chapter 1 : Twins

It's freezing.

It's way too early to be walking to college. Everyone around me had the same expression. It was the 'where the hell am I?' look that all students had on a monday morning

. Like when you wake up on a plane and you have no idea what’s going on? Yeah that one.

     

      First day back from the October half term and the road was covered in black ice.

      

I can’t take this weather today I thought taking tiny steps across the car park. I loved winter, It was brilliant. Girls dressed in their little coats always wanting to cuddle to keep warm I think Jack Frost was a guy’s best wing man. But today was icy and cold. Plus it was the first day back.

             After spending so much time in Japan I kind of missed the weather over there when I came home. My dad was full Japanese and my mom was British and seeing as we lived in England, we took trips to Japan quite often. I spoke fluent Japanese although I had moved here when I was four and I had a pure british accent when I spoke english.

Gliding through the automatic doors, I was greeted by a wave of hot air from the overhead heater and the smell of hot chocolate. Of course, it was only a British college if you had a mini coffee bar in the reception area. 

        The room was packed with  students, mainly girls who hadn’t seen their 'sisters' in two weeks.  Hunched over a foam cup in the corner of the room was a guy dressed in a Sherlock Holmes style cloak that looked like a pervert from a manga or cartoon.

           His glasses were steamed up but he was blatantly staring at a group of girls squealing at the front desk. I lowered my hood and drifted closer to him.

       He was so caught up in his task he didn’t see my hand reach up to his ear and flick his glasses clean off his face. They fell straight on the carpeted floor with a little click. That didn’t faze him as he sat motionless.

    "Kimura if those are broken I’m not going to hesitate in ripping your hair out by the handful." He muttered picking them up. 

My hair was my pride and joy. It was literally perfect. I literally spent hundreds of pounds maintaining it each month.

" Edward you're a creep."I drawled occupying the chair on his right.

" And you're lucky." He replied sighing while wiping them on his sleeve.

" KIMURA!" A familiar voice shouted. We both looked up to see Brandon Manson heading towards us, penny board tucked under his arm. Brandon was 16, older than me because he was December born and I was born in February. Sadly he never let me forget that.

       I sighed, why couldn't people use my first name? Alex wasn't a hard name to remember. It was rare that cousins had the same surname so lot of people mistook Edward and myself as twins. Our fathers were twins so I suppose you could say we had similar features. Our hair was naturally long and black, it came with the Japanese genes.  We had both cropped it just above shoulder length but mine was slightly lighter and my eyes were a deeper shade of brown whereas edward had a cedar shade of brown. We were both 5ft 11inches and rocking pale complexion. ( note the sarcasm.

                 Edward wore designer hipster glasses and had no piercings, whereas I had my ear done,( three times) right side lip piercing and prescription contacts. Our personalities matched; quiet, observant and withdrawn from society. 

“Guys we have two transfer students coming in today. Rumour’s that they're twins from America. Twins." He said eyes gleaming tapping the table as though he had just told us he was getting married.