Chapter 18

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Fred was seriously starting to wonder what was going on with him. The very first time he saw Krise, he really didn't think too much of her. But her attitude, the way she just rejected him, the disgusted was she looked at him really caught his attention. And then there was the fact that she (obviously) like his younger brother. Although he had outshone his brother most of his life, the truth was, he was envious of Deon. His brother was gentle, calm and kind, and he always saw the best in everyone. He wasn't as popular as him, but he had true friends. Like Krise. The truth was, he wanted someone like Krise by his side. Strong, brave and feisty, always by his side. Yet, for all his popularity, good looks and other assets, she chose Deon over him. Fred didn't know whether to be enraged or upset. As he walked away from the Joneses' house, he ran his fingers in his hair in frustration. 

Then, there was Krise's twin, Kaira. In many  ways, Kaira was different from Krise. Unlike Krise, who was sporty and didn't care much for her appearance 99.9% of the time, Krise was the dainty one. They were both beautiful, but they didn't look alike. However, they shared the same eyes– big blue-grey eyes that could be cold, emotionless, or filled with fire. Eyes like he'd never seen before, and probably never see again. But of course, it shouldn't matter to him. 

Both of them hated him.  

Kaira's reaction to him calling her pretty was still etched in his mind. "Shut up!" she'd screamed at him. He winced. He really meant the compliment. Did she not see that...or rather....did she really hate him that much? The image of Camellia sweet-talking Deon, hurting Krise appeared in his head. Yes, Kaira had a reason to hate him. Krise would hate him even more than she already it when she finds out what he'd done. He had to up his game if he was ever going to get Krise.

Yet, as he reached his house, he realised that it wasn't Krise's face, but Kaira's, that kept appearing in his head. 


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