Twinning

Chapter 2

I lazily sling my bag onto my shoulder and sigh, closing my locker. My light green eyes scan the hallway, people bustle by, ecstatic to get out of this place. As for me? It's Friday and I have cheer practice. I love the sport, mind you, it's just.. I mean. C'mon. It's Friday. I let out a very long, annoyed sigh as I push off from my locker, allowing myself to slip into the sea of bodies. I hear a long buzz in my ears and I lightly shake my head, hoping to rid the noise.

"Hey, babe." I hear two voices exclaim the words together. Their voices are both low and raspy, but there's a perfect hint of cheerfulness that just gives it an edge. Though, one voice is a bit more nasally than the other, but either way. I feel the hair on my neck stand on edge as two hands slither to either side of my shoulders. I bite into my bottom lip rather aggressively and try not to laugh. With their arms sloppily slung around me, I'm a bit restricted and all I can do is giggle, so much for keeping it in.

"So, tonight." I peer up at Marcel who has just spoken. What does he mean? "We're taking you to dinner, okay?" Oh. Honestly I find myself doing everything with the twins these days, I don't mind at all. My eyes wander up to Marcel's perfect hair and then back down to his eyes, the exact same color as Harry's. I can't help but smirk as I look down at his black jacket and white t-shirt. He's just wearing black skinny jeans and some black boots. Not a bad choice, might I say. His toned muscles hold me gently in his embrace... Well halfway,

"Aye, Jen. Stop checking me out and answer my question." He smiles smugly and I find myself blushing a tiny bit. I feel the tad bit of heat rushing to my cheeks and I look down, embarrassed.

"Y-yeah that's fine." I then turn to Harry who is also smirking down at me. This makes me giggle again as I stare into his eyes. His curls are tucked sloppily into a beanie and he has a loose blue t-shirt on, the word "lover" is written in bold letters on the front pocket. That's my favorite shirt of his, I stole it when he pushed me in the pool that one day, but ya know, I gave it back. His perfect legs are squeezed into almost identical pants to Marcel, his black jeans hug tight around his skin. I hear his shoes clicking against the tile and I know exactly what he's wearing. He has those same brown boots on again, they're so worn down by now he wears them all the time. I find it annoying as I suppress an eye roll.

"You have cheer practice?" Harry asks me, noticing my bag. Now, I give myself permission to roll my eyes and I laugh a tad bit,

"Till six." Harry then nods nonchalantly.

"I have football till five thirty, I could wait for ya." By the way, football, for you Americans, is soccer. Marcel isn't quite as much into sports, he still works out obviously, but he isn't as passionate about it as his brother. But honestly it'd be confusing to see "STYLES" written on the back of two jerseys. And if someone scores a goal? Who would you cheer for? I don't know because THEYRE GODDAMN CLONES OF EACH OTHER. I let out a sigh and readjust the cheer bag on my shoulder as best I can. As we round the corner, there's a big group of girls talking by a locker. As soon as I walk by, they all glance over at me and fall silent. Before I can really do much, I feel the twins tighten their grip on me protectively as they shoot back the nasty looks. I hear some girls whispering to each other and scoffing. I'm used to this by now; everyone hates me just because I know the twins. They need to mind their own business, honestly. I find my green eyes staring down at my feet, trying my best not to make eye contact. I'm not scared or anything, I just don't wanna cause issues. I feel Marcel's hand making it's way down to my waist and rest there instead, probably making all the girls even more jealous. Way to go, Marcel.

We finally pass by the girls and I find myself letting out a sigh if relief. "I gotta go, I'll see you guys at... 6:30?" Harry and I both nod as Marcel releases his grip on me, dropping his hand to his side. He stares down at his feet before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking swiftly forward.

"Hi Marcel!" I hear two girls say, giggling. This kinda makes me laugh because everyone is in love with these two. I mean everyone. The coaches, the teachers, the girls, the administration, everyone. It's all humorous in a way. I can feel Harry's eyes staring down at me and I try my best not to look back at him. Yeah, it's very hard considering he has me in his grasp. We turn the corner again and Harry opens the big bulky doors to the gym. There's a long low buzzing from the old lights above as we enter in more so.

"Meet me in the car lot, okay love?" He asks as he lets go of my shoulder and turns to me. I nod, happily. My green eyes stare up at him as he smiles. "Aye, don't be late." He gives my shoulder a pat before walking off to the boys change room, letting me go to the girls on the opposite side. I watch for a second, he has a tiny bounce in his step and he lets his head hang down to stare at his brown boots clicking against the ground. I smile a tiny bit before turning on my heel and begin walking. I open the door to the girls change room and immediately change, I've come in five minutes later than everyone so I have to hurry, luckily I'm a very quick changer, years of cheerleading, I guess. Once I stuff all of my things into the locker, I run out to the field with the rest of the squad, praying were not late. Our cheer coach is the type of woman that doesn't take any shit from anyone. Sometimes I like that, but she can be strict. Too strict. I squint my eyes, shielding them from the deadly sun. It's probably 90 degrees out and luckily we all brought our cheer shorts today. I must say, I live for the summer, but it's exhausting to work out in these temperatures. A cool breeze blows through the field and I feel instant relief, like the suns rays are being pushed aside for a second.

All throughout practice, the coach has been yelling at us because we can't get the counts right for the stunting part of our routine, almost every time, I've gotten dropped today. A couple times I'd glance over to the football players practicing and see Harry laughing at me. Finally, after the two and a half hour long practice, we're allowed to go and change, finally closing out the day. So I lazily walk back into the changing room, exhausted. As we bust through the doors, a burst of cold air wraps around us, making us all sigh with relief. I'm one of the last ones in and I'm pretty slow changing, but as soon as I close my locker, I'm on my way out the door. Turning down the next row of lockers, I make my way out until I feel something hard hit my head. Clenching my teeth to calm myself, I turn around to see who threw the jacket at me. No surprise here, it's Alyssa. She's always the one trying to start fights in our cheer squad, but somehow she hasn't gotten kicked off yet. Alyssa just stares right back at me and my eyes shift down to the jacket on the floor.

"Is this yours?" I ask, snatching it off of the ground. She doesn't respond, but just watches me as I fold it and set it neatly on the bench. I turn back around and begin slowly walking away, trying to ignore the fact that she's staring two holes into the back of my head.

"Slut." She spits the words at me, probably trying to get me to turn back around and punch her, but I take a deep breath and keep on moving.

That's what I always tell myself to do. Keep on moving.