Is this love or just lust, sir?

Amber the slutbag.

They even looked like a stupid couple.

She was just a few inches shorter than him, her thick fringe was in a messy shape but still managed to suit her, her blonde hair reached past the middle of her back in big loose curls and her chocolate brown eyes held the same mischievous glint. Her make up only consisted of a little amount of foundation, clear lip gloss and a black eyeliner with long thick lashes.

She wore a brown fringed leather jacket which was open exposing a hot pink vest, tight blue denim jeans and beige wedges.

She was beautiful.

Bitch.

"You must be Tina," the blonde slutbag gushed, leaning in. For a moment I froze as I felt her quickly give me a hug, her skinny body only pressing against my awkward slouching posture. "From all the things I have heard about you I already feel like we're friends!"

Opening my mouth slightly as I could only nod. Only one phrase was going through my whole mind. What the hell.

"Tina?" Maggie called as I heard her footsteps came up from behind me. "Who's- Oh."

"Maggie," Mr O'Miles laughed awkwardly. "I didn't realise, well, I would like you to meet someone."

Mr O'Miles was staring at me, his gaze making me want to run upstairs and jump under my bed (no and not in sexual way you little perverts, as in to hide). The slutbag stood confidently next to me.

"This is Amber."

And finally the slutbag had a name.

And it was prettier than my name.

Bitch.

"Amber's my twin sister."

Bi- Wait, what?

"Sister?" I choked out.

"Yeah..." Mr O'Miles had a growing smirk on his face.

"You didn't tell her you had a sister! What have you suddenly disowned me?" The slutbag - I mean Amber- gawked, quickly slapping Mr O'Miles chest before addressing me. "Did he also leave out that up until the age of 14 he thought that sex outside of marriage was illegal?"

"Amber." Mr O'Miles hissed at his sister.

And sudden I could see the way their brown eyes were identical, their skin tone was the similar colour and they shared the same dimples in their smirks.

That family genetics puts the rest of ours to shame.

"So are we coming in or is the fact that your history teacher showed up with his twin suddenly killed the party mood?" Amber asked giddily as she took a bold step toward, about to enter my threshold.

"Party mood?" Maggie scoffed from behind me, her skeptical expression from when she had first seen our visitors had changed to a more amused one.

"It's your sixteenth right? Come on then birthday girl, I need to pee." Amber wined with a giggle at the end.

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"Sorry about Ambs, she's very full on. Always was the most confident one." Mr O'Miles chuckled.

After Amber had ran up the stairs to use the bathroom and then returned back commenting on the 'dead posh soap', Maggie had staged her into the kitchen saying they had to help make cups of teas.

"You didn't tell me you had a twin sister."

That was all I had to say for the silence to take over.

Sure, I was relieved that she was his sister- I wasn't relieved actually I was over the moon and back that he wasn't going to end whatever the hell we had for some slutbag.