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Dameon stepped out of the shower, brushing black strands of hair from his pale face. Studying his features in the mirror, he noted his sister's comment, a few weeks ago of him becoming a model. Sissy work, he thought. Tossing his raven locks to the side, and began to brush his perfect teeth.

One thing he hated was the taste of toothpaste, vile and far too...minty. Spitting, he rinsed off the remaining traces of the substance before he began to brush out his matt of hair.

Desiree tapped her foot impatiently against the hardwood floor. Her arms crossed her chest angrily as she stood in her large T-shirt that sported, Orange Star High, in bright orange letters. She tucked a strand of unbrushed, blonde hair behind her left ear. A habit she'd picked up years ago was now a custom to her features. She sighed heavily, if she had to wait five more minutes she'd be late. "Dameon! Hurry up!" she complained.

Meryl climbed the steps to her children's bathroom, which they had to share. "What on earth are you two doing up here?" She caught her daughter beating on the door with both fists and Dameon's smooth voice replying in cold hearted remarks. Desiree whirled around. "Would you please tell him to 'quicken his pace' in there?" Meryl re-tucked her daughter's hair from behind her ear and smiled gently. "Five more minutes, Dameon." There was a 'humph' from inside, signaling that he heard. Desiree was about to protest yet caught her tongue and went to her bedroom to dress.

Dameon creaked open the door and stepped outside, looking perfect. Desiree followed, her looks challenging her brother's. The two headed to their cars and parted silently. Desiree was not in a good mood, and knowing his sister better than anyone, Dameon kept his mouth shut for once.

Pulling out of the gravel driveway, his sister followed him. Both teens were rather rich for their neighborhood, driving a silver, Mustang GT and a black, Camaro. As the two sped high above the speed limit, Desiree's cell phone vibrated against the seat beside her. Turning her blaring radio down she answered her brother's call. "Yes?"

"Are you going to stay after school today?"

"Why?"

"Someone wishes to talk to us."

"Who?"

Click, went her brother's line as she stopped at a light, seeing him set down his own phone threw the dark, tinted windows of the Camaro.

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The teens had quite a few friends, yet their seriousness and quick tongues had quite a few stray away from them. Those who did decide to stick with the duo, were quite intimidated by the twins' looks and intelligence. When rumors were spread of the two, instead of lashing out with a nastier one about the source of the lies, the twins hit them hard. Digging dirt up about their families and blackmailing them with it.

Desiree didn't approve her brother's attitude towards gossips, but he had fun and that's all that mattered. For Dameon to be happy was truly a gift, most of the time he was bored with his life, which was when he turned to getting into trouble just so he could use that brain and quick attitude of his to get himself out of it.

Yet now even the school's discipline plans were boring him. Desiree was becoming interested in boys as well. She'd had a few boyfriends, yet one in particular was catching her attention. She glanced across the hall into the commons. There he stood, dark hair, which resembled her brother's, pulled back with in a loose ponytail. Stray strands of raven were cascading down his face, highlighting his dark, jade green eyes.

Catching her stare, he smirked to her as she tucked her hair away before walking off to class.

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"Dameon?" came the teacher's creaky voice. Dameon shuddered as he lowered his hand. "Wouldn't it be three hundred instead of two? Look at the distance between North and West City, it's clearly three hundred." The teacher cleared her throat, "Well, yes, I suppose you're right..."

"I am right, Mrs. Dunmore. Use that calculator."

"That's enough, Mr. Tuscon. Any questions?" snapped the teacher irritably. Dameon simply smirked to the old bat.

Rrrring! The class quickly gathered their belongings and headed to their lockers to head home. Another boring, worthless day, thought Dameon as he slammed his locker shut. The school didn't want the Tuscon children to appear special or make the other children feel unappreciated, so they kept the twins in their current grade, tenth.

Desiree fell in sync with her brother's stride and clutched her books to her chest. Dameon frowned, "You have homework?" Usually Desiree finished hers in class. Desiree shook her head, "No, Alice Winters spilled her soda down my front." Holding the books away only an inch, Dameon saw the brown stain started at her chest and ended at her bellybutton. "You didn't notice there was soda running down your chest?" he remarked coolly. Desiree quirked a brow, "The soda was shaken up, it exploded dear brother." Dameon chuckled softly as they headed outside.

A/N: Okay, it took me awhile and I know it's pretty short, but sorry! I'll make the next one longer, okay? Did I jump too quickly to high school? Lemme know! :P