Troublesome Serrano's

"She tastes like peaches." He states and leans forward, grinning at me. "Don't you, Peach?"

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Ever since Serenity Meyer could remember, the Serrano twins have tormented her.

Be it weaving their fingers through her hair and making her look into their eyes as they dump the contents of her bag out. Or when they push her up against the lockers as they see her walking down the hall.

But Serenity could handle that. It was the possessiveness that she couldn't.

Whenever a boy would talk to her in the hallway, they would both take a wrist and pull her into the classroom closest to them. They would continue to tell her how she was theirs and that she was acting like a slut for simply talking to other guys.

Serenity grew frustrated as she couldn't understand what they meant when they called her 'theirs'. What frustrated her even more was that she couldn't even go on a simple date.

She had never been kissed, touched sexually, or anything of the sort.

Seeing as Serenity was sixteen, she became needy and irritated.

The nagging pull in her stomach came at the littlest of touch yet never went away. She hated it even more that that so called nagging feeling came from them.

The Troublesome Serrano Twins.

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WARNING: Mature Content, Mature Language, Sexual Content, Trigger Warnings, Sensitive Topics, etc.