Summary: Bridgette Whitman, twin to Skye, has always been the more popular, more quirky, more bubbly, with too many friends to count. But once they move to study in Sweet Amoris High, she can't get used to having to start over, make friends all over again, feel second best to Skye in looks, grades and everything else, and actually not have her way with guys. But when a certain Student Body President that seems to be above all that stuff waltzes into her life, Bridgette can't help but try and understand...why did she want someone even more when he didn't want her back? Will she be able to change his mind, or will someone else try and change hers?

READ! Author's Note: Okay so I made this on a whim and because some people suggested that I do (thank you for the reviews on TT and all the PMs! I appreciate it!). I know some of you asked for me to put Bridgette's POVs together with Skye's but sadly, I'm not going to because I already tried it, and well, it was hell for me to write, and I ended up taking the story down in the end. So here it is! Here's Bridgette's side and separate story of everything. (Don't worry, Skye will be having some appearances here just as Bridgette will in hers) It's chronological to Tongue Tied (unless mentioned that it isn't in the chapter). Updates will hopefully be as regular as TT, but no promises! I've been struggling with Bridgette so much, it hurts. But alright, don't let me keep you guys! Here you go:

Prologue

Skye ran up the stairs of our new complex, running to her brand new room and slamming the door shut. I rolled my eyes, exaggerating it just a teensy bit, knowing she couldn't see me, even if I was used to it. I was the one that had fits, screamed and flipped things over. Skye was that one who liked disappearing into her room and sleeping or crying alone. Just another thing to add to the never-ending list of things we didn't have in common.

I had to say; my sister and I were nothing alike, mentally, physically and emotionally. We've been this way since birth, when our Dad chose the names. Skylar was Dutch and meant the Guarded, the scholar, which pretty much summed a big side of her, while I was Bridgette, the 'Exalted' one, the higher one, the noble one. Though Dad had caused Skye a lot of bullying in kindergarten for her odd name, she was his favorite.

Another thing; we dressed differently. My closet was stocked with tank tops, skirts and dresses. Skye had a vast collection of pretty much everything. She always liked shopping more than I did. I read magazines. She bought old books. I wanted a cat, but since Skye was older by minutes, she won and Ma gave her a dog. I liked playing tennis and football while the only thing Skye knew how to play were her instruments. I liked guys that ran around in the sun, chasing balls, or hitting them with bats. Skye liked the sound of their voice, or their ability to play ukeleles.

My hair was a natural light brown. Skye's would have been the same color too if she hadn't decided to dye it completely black. The difference? Mine had soft curls that stopped at my shoulders while she had hers chopped off to a short cut that messily complimented her face. We both had brown eyes, mine being lighter than hers. Skye was also taller than me by around three inches, and was two sizes skinnier. I didn't mind though. I knew I wasn't fat, just because I was a 4 and she squeezed into a 0. We both knew Skye needed to gain weight, but whenever she tried; she lost it by the end of the week.

Oh yeah, and I've been in love with Tyler, and Tyler's been in love with me too, even if we've broken up a couple times, we're still standing here now. Miles apart, yeah sure, but still together. If there was anything I had over Skye, it was an amazing boyfriend.

If we didn't move here to Wesgrove, things would have stayed perfect. I wouldn't have had to say goodbye to my friends, or family back in San Diego. I would be at the movies with Tyler right now, eating popcorn, or having lunch with both my parents and Skye. I could've been sitting on an inflatable bed in Tyler's swimming pool, him swimming right under me and waiting for the moment to flip me over, while my sister splashed around with Dylan, Tyler's older brother that's always had an eye for her. I felt the water in my face, but I realized they were my tears. This was all dad's fault, and mom's too.

Dad and his stupid affair. Who knew? My friends sympathized with me. Skye said she expected it. Me? It came crashing down on me like a tsunami wave. I couldn't believe it. I bawled my eyes out for days. The only time Skye cried over the whole thing was when our dad came into the room to say goodbye. We had been eavesdropping on my parents' conversation so we knew what was going to happen.

"Hey kiddo, what are you doing on the floor?" Dad asked, looking at Skye from the doorway, who was crouched down on the floor. I watched from my bed, pretending to be asleep.

"Listening to our family fall apart?" Skye retorted, wiping her nose.

"Oh no, don't think of it like that, hon." Dad pulled her up and swept her off her feet, then placed her and tucked her back into bed. "Is Bridge awake?"

"She's being a loser and faking it." Skye sold me out. I poked my head out from under the sheets.

"Hi Daddy." I whispered. Skye said something barely audible. Dad sat at the edge of her bed and reached for her shoulder, but she quickly shook his hand off. That's when I could tell she was crying.

"Bridgette." Dad sighed, looking at me with his sad eyes.

I shook my head.

"Bye Dad."

And I knew when I said those two words, they were the last I would ever say to him again.

How was that? I'm having some mixed feelings, but I promise you, more things to come soon! If you haven't read Tongue Tied, I really suggest you do if you wanna get to know the characters better :-) Okay, until next time! - lostconcoctions

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