Chapter 1
"Hey Lyle, wakey wakey." I groaned, rolling to my stomach, giving idea to my sleep intruder that I didn't want to be woken up. But the hand that had shaking me seemed to not get the idea.
"Wake uppppp!"
I sigh, fluttering my eyes open and rubbing them, "too early." I whine.
Kyle, my twin brother only shook his head, grinning a little, "it's almost 7:30 you idiot. Wake up. I've made breakfast." He said and wait until I got out of bed before he walked out.
Because he knew if he left before I got up, I'll just go back to sleep.
I walked to our single bathroom and took a shower before brushing my teeth. After made sure I was cleaned enough, I made my way back to my room and get dressed. Nothing too fashioned. I don't really follow the fashion topic/trend.
Anyway, I made my way to the kitchen. Kyle gave me a small smile as he ate his egg. Kyle is my twin brother and older than me by 10 minutes. We don't really have anyone. Not even relatives. Our parents left us for unknown reason.
We were raised in Home Boys Orphanage ever since we were baby. We had no idea who our birth giver were, We had no idea whose male sperm we had come from. Mrs Elina said our supposed mother ran away after she gave birth to us. I didn't know how, I didn't ask.
Words got spread in the orphanage that we might be an accident and kids mocked us. At first, we were okay with it. I still remember Mrs Elina said to ignore what the kids said because it was not true.
But Kyle turned really violent when he saw me crying after two kids pushed me to the ground and called me 'mistake kid'.
Because the kids were pissed because they couldn't get reaction out of me. So they used more force. Kyle got violent with them and pushed them into a 2 meter deep pool and those kids almost got drowned.
We were barely 5 at that time.
And those kids were like, I don't know, 9 or 10 something.
I still remember the disappointment in Mrs Elina's face. She tried to protect us the best she could when Matron, the one in charge tried to report us to the police. The Matron agreed to not report us because we were still young after Mrs Elina persuaded her too many times.
However, the bully still continued and Kyle got more violent especially if it involved me getting hurt. Mrs Elina decided to sent us to school when we were 13 and from there, Kyle learnt how to control his temper. I made some friends too.
But then a horrible incident happened the next year, forcing me and Kyle to make our way from the orphanage.
But Mrs Elina had been good towards us. She gave us enough money to start a new life. So we moved away. Kyle bought a cheap small house and we started going to a new school. Up until now, we're still together, the two of us.
Kyle was doing an excellent job at keeping me safe and taking care of me. And I know that he was still in contact with Mrs Elina. That's the main reason why we always have had enough money for living. That, and he has many part time jobs. And I know the reason why Kyle didn't tell me about Mrs Elina, it was because he didn't want me to remember the place that gave nothing but nightmare to my childhood.
Not that I cared. We don't exactly had the best childhood, but I accept it as it was. No use crying over them.
Back to the present, Kyle pushes a plate of egg and bacon toward me and I began to dig in. He watches me for a minute before got up and walks over to the sink, washing his dishes. After that, he walks back and sit opposite me.
"What time is your class going to finish?"
A mouthful of bacon, I swallowed and answer as he waits patiently, "as usual. Around 2:30. Why? Do you have practice after school? Or is it one of your part time jobs?"
Kyle nods at me, "I have practice right after school. And then I have to go to work from 5 to 8. Can you ask Scott and see if he's okay to give you a ride to home? But if you're too shy to ask, then it's okay. I can ditch my practice for a few minutes to send you home." He offer and god how could I not love my brother?
I give him a smile, "that's fine. Scott and I are pretty close now. I can manage. Don't worry."
Did I mention that when we moved to a new school, I was a loner? Yeah I was a loner. My brother, was not. Because he signed up for swimming team right away and yeah he's sporty, smart. And since we're twins, saying he's ugly means saying I'm ugly. So he's handsome too.
Just my luck Scott transfer to my school early this year and didn't want to be a loner forever, I push aside my introvert side immediately tried to pull him close to be my friend. And that boy is cool.
"Alright then. I'll see if I can bring home dinner today." I nod before get up and wash my dish at the sink.
"Hurry up." He said as he grabs the car key and walks past the front door. I dry my hand before grab my bag and walk through the front door. Kyle lock the door as I make my way to the passenger seat and wait until he get in the driver seat before turn the engine on and started to drive.
He connect his phone to the bluetooth device and I groan as Chase Atlantic come blasting through the speaker. Kyle laugh at my reaction.
My music taste is very different from Kyle's.
He's into those rock bands and all while I stuck with mix of Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran. Don't laugh. They're dope okay. Scott laugh at me when I told him my music taste. He's rude smh.
It takes 1 song from Chase Atlantic, 1 song from NBHD and 2 songs from 5SOS before we finally reach our school. Kyle park the car and I got out. Before I shut the door, I lean down, looking straight at Kyle's face, "next time I'm blasting Taylor Swift and if you don't let me, I'll bite your hand."
Kyle only stare at me, amused. "Sure sure."
I close the door and make my way way inside the blue-red building. I walk straight to my locker and take out what I need for my classes. As I zipped up my bag, someone slam my locker door shut, making me jump, startled. My heart beating fast.
Okay my childhood may or may not leave leave me paranoid and a little PTSD. I shake my thought and look at the cause of it.
I breathe a sigh of relief when it's only Scott. "Stop it! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
He only grins, "yeah but you didn't get one, right?" He casually said and tossed me a Kitkat. I'll just take that as his silent apology. Scott doesn't know how my childhood went. So I can't really be mad at him.
I still roll my eyes before we began to walk mindlessly. I started to eat the Kitkat when I remember that I need to ask him for a ride home.
"Hey, can you give me a ride home?"
He raises his eyebrow at me, "why? Where's your brother?"
"He has practice after school. And then part time job from 5-8"
"Oh right, they have some tournaments coming up, right?
"Yep"
"Eh? Then before I transfer here, how'd you survive?" He ask
"Usually he only has practices and I wait at school. He had part time jobs on weekend only." I said and Scott only nods.
"Okay then. But I ride with my cunt of a brother. But I'll text my father and see if he can fetch us from school. You know how he really is." He said, taking out his phone and began texting.
Oh yes I forgot to tell you that Scott and his brother are not really in good terms. Scott hates his brother so much. I tried to ask him why he hates him but Scott refused to tell me, saying we have so many useful topics to talk about other than his useless brother. Not that I really care, it's his business with his brother. Who am I to interfere? Still, I frown hearing the c-word.
"Nope I don't really know him."
"Exactly" He said as I shot him a look. He ignores me as he continue typing on his phone.
Warning bell rings loudly as Scott finish texting. He looks at me, "my father said okay." We both make our way to our class. It's still early in the morning but my mood is already sinking after heard the c-word.
I just hate, hate people that curse in the morning.
