Chapter 1

My eyes examined the people in the classroom. I held my pencil with two fingers
in front of my mouth as I leaned both elbows on my desk. Class was so boring.

As the teacher blabbered about something I lost interest in a while ago, my friends
nearby were goofing off. They tried to get me into it. Georg was throwing papers
around the room with his legs up on the desk. The teacher was too scared to mess
with him. Tom, as always, was hitting on the cute girl in front of him. And Gustav...
well, he was asleep like the rest of his life. He didn't talk much. The Metallica cap he
wore everyday was covering his face. I sighed and turned away from Georg.

"Come on Bill, just use this elastic like this," he demonstrated,

"And flick this piece of paper at the back of his head. It's fun, try it," he grinned slyly.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Sorry, but I'm not a jackass," I muttered and turned towards the lesson.

Georg shrugged and flicked the paper at the teacher instead. Perfect hit.
The teacher froze for a second... then continued writing on the board.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Then – out of nowhere – there was a sudden slam. My
head automatically turned to the back of the class as a reflex to see what happened.
The pencil in my hand dropped to my desk and rolled off. The whole class stared
at one area where the desk was on the ground... along with a girl I'd never noticed
before. She had her eyes closed and looked paler than what could be healthy.

Some seemed surprised and others laughed. The teacher reacted as quickly as
we had looked back. I quickly straightened my back and watched the events unfold.
It just wasn't in my nature to get involved. The teacher and other students were
helping her get up. She seemed unconscious. The long blonde locks flipped around
as they struggled to get her in position over their shoulders. Mr. Jones, the teacher,
let a guy and girl carry her to the office. We didn't have an infirmary.

The teacher went to the front and casually continued the lesson as if nothing
happened. Students were already gossiping.

"I heard that she was starving herself. I mean, she is skinnier, isn't she?" some
girls I could care less for whispered behind me. I raised an eyebrow and leaned
sprawled over my desk. Last night was a mess so I didn't get enough sleep and
I didn't give a damn about a girl I didn't even know. She was probably like all the
other girls – stuck up and weight-obsessed. My long black hair got in my eyes as
I tried to fall asleep. Once I did, the class went by fast. With Georg by my side the
teacher wouldn't dare touch me.

Once class was over, Tom punched me in the shoulder. I drowsily looked up at
his grin. That look was the look of the scheming Tom I knew too well. People
were leaving the classroom fast.

"No," I quickly said before he even opened his mouth.

My arms automatically grabbed all my books and slid them into my bag. Then I
threw it over my shoulder and walked past him. He quickly pulled me back, causing
my bag to slide down and land on the floor with a loud bang.

"You're not going anywhere, Bill. I know that you know what I'm thinking."

His dreads were hidden under his hat today. The skinny arm that held my
shoulder was covered by a baggy sweatshirt.

"Whatever bet you're thinking of now is a no. I didn't get to sleep because
of your stupid bet from last night," I complained.

My shoulders slouched and I still had my eyes half open. It was a struggle
to keep them from shutting completely. Tom just simply shook his head and
released my shoulder.

"And I was going to help you go on a date with Amanda. What a shame," he
stated purposely and began to walk away from me. In shock, I suddenly widened
my eyes and grabbed his arm.

"You'd seriously do that!?" I felt excited and suspicious at the same time. Even
though I knew Tom had sneaky ways of helping me out, I couldn't help but
feel like he was going to pull something on me. Even if he was my twin brother.

The smirk said it all.

"Of course. You know I'd do anything for you, lil' bro," I frowned at him.

"I'm younger by 10 minutes. Stop rubbing it in," I muttered back to him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Here's the thing. You know the girl that just passed out?"

Everyone in the classroom was gone except for Georg that was waiting
outside for both of us. Gustav surprisingly woke up before class ended.
Though he was muttering something about hamburgers.

"Umm... Maybe?" My eyes were suddenly drawn to the pencil that had rolled
off my desk earlier.

"Her name is Myrania," he looked for a reaction in me but my face was blank.

"...So?"

Tom's face suddenly got annoyed.

"Dude, you don't remember Myrania? Did you live under a rock for 5 years
or something?" his voice got into a higher pitch.

We started to walk down the halls with Georg following since our next class
was almost starting.

"Nope. Not really, no," Tom's face narrowed down to a suspicious stare.

"You used to have a crush on her. Don't you remember?" his face was
suddenly amused. I swear, one day Tom will be diagnosed as bipolar.

"Hell no. I didn't have a crush since grade 1, and the... girl. You know.
That's about it. Don't go pulling shit on me," I muttered, walking faster.

Tom ran up to me with a grin.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter, thing is I want you to do something for
me," he reached in his huge pockets and pulled out a camera.

"I knew you hid some big shit in those XXXXXL pants," I said sarcastically,
laughing. He smacked my side.

"Shut up. I need you to take a picture of her in her underwear for me."

My face suddenly flushed.

"...What... the hell are you asking, Tom!?" I was outraged. Who did he
think I was?

But my reaction didn't faze him.

"Look, either you get a picture of her, or you get her to go out with me."

The way he said it, or even if he didn't say it, made me realize what he
really wanted.

"You like her don't you?" I asked grinning. Georg had gotten impatient,
and so did the teacher.

"Boys, hurry up and go to your next class," he stated nervously. We
glared at him until Georg yelled at us soon after.

"Get your skinny asses over here!" we could hear him walking off already.
We both threw our bags over our shoulders in unison. As we left we could
hear the teacher let out a sigh of relief. Tom whispered one final thing in my
ear before we separated.

"Come on, do this for me and I'll get Amanda to go out with you. We'll
both be happy; it'll be like our first kiss, right?"

Did he have to remind me about that again? I sighed and rolled my eyes.
We both went our separate ways to class. I had science now.

How I hate high school.