"It's growing." I told Taylor as we separated for our science quiz.

My male clone, Seth, sat with his back to the table, facing me. "What's growing?" His hands found his chin and he smiled convincingly.

"Nothing." I simply said. This involved him yes, but he didn't need to know quite yet.

"Tell him." Taylor mouthed as I took my seat close to the door with a binder in my lap.

"No." I hissed back. This was my secret and no one else's. Well I guess if it really was a secret I shouldn't have told Taylor, but what was I supposed to do, talk to myself?

"He likes you." She mouthed again as our substitute teacher handed out our papers.

Her common response. I couldn't make a stand unless it resulted in an argument so I just let it go right there.

The test wasn't anything exciting. I was too busy thinking about scenarios.

"So…I failed it." Taylor whispered after I finished and headed back to the table she, Jordan, Seth, and I shared.

"So did I." I shook my head, thinking I failed more than the test.

"Whatever, you always make A's." Jordan pointed out.

"Not on this one." I smiled. She didn't know the half of it.

"Now work on your posters after you finish," The substitute whom I had no idea what her name was said.

"Misty finished her poster." Taylor mocked in a whiny tone only a toddler could pull off.

"I can act like I'm busy." I shot back.

"Wait, I haven't done anything on my poster. It's due tomorrow. So that means I'll have to do work at home. That means homework. I don't do homework." Seth said, mystified.

Right Captain Obvious. "Uh huh." I said slowly. I didn't want to make a bad impression.

"Do it." Taylor said through gritted teeth.

"No." I said back, teeth gritted harder.

"Ooh ooh, let me in! I want to know." Seth leaned in closer to me with his hand cupped over his ear.

"Um…no. Sorry girl stuff, monthly things and everything." I said as convincingly as I could.

I could feel the look Taylor was giving me. I couldn't see it for Seth's big brown eyes locked on mine. Snap out of it. Inconspicuous, remember?

"You know it's true." Taylor reiterated.

"Do not. Nothing of the sort." I denied.

"Will you please tell me?" Seth whined.

I wanted to tell him so bad. His face was wrinkled with confusion, but I couldn't. "No." I said it like it was nothing, like it didn't affect me.

"Why? What could it hurt?" Seth smiled.

Taylor jumped out of her chair, "Yeah, what can it hurt? What do you have to lose?"

I leaned over the table and lowered my voice to a harsh whisper. "My dignity!" I meant it to be a whisper, but I'm sure everyone at the table heard me.

Class went on as usual, without a hitch. Nothing out of the ordinary, and no slip ups.

"Secret lair! Now!" Taylor hissed and grabbed my arm, before I had finished packing my things.

"Ooh, I'm in trouble now." I admitted as she dragged my down the hall, behind Seth.

He whipped around in an instant. "For what?"

"Not obeying Taylor law." I clambered though doorways. Taylor had no consideration for my things, they banged against lockers and walls.

Taylor gave a sinister look to both of us. I knew why for me, but I didn't know why for Seth, he was an innocent bystander. "That's right. And she needs to tell y—someone because it wont hurt a thing. No one will get hurt. It could, no it will, turn out to be something you will not and I repeat, will not regret. Dignity? What was that? How can you lose your dignity?" Seth had walked away by now, realizing this conversation wasn't meant for him. "He likes you, you like him, end of story. Now I know how you felt with me and Edward, sheesh." Her arms flailed, like a windmill.

"Okay, no not end of story, and this is nothing like you and Edward. Did you know for sure he liked you and you liked him? Yes you did. I know for a fact I like him, but I don't think he likes me. Yes, he has his moments where even I agree, but then sometimes he barely knows I exist." I said the last half of the last sentence softly, not wanting to think about that.

"Barely knows—Misty I swear to you, you are the most stubborn person I have ever met in my entire life. Are your contacts in? Because you can't see what's right there in front of you. At the dance he asked if you were coming. You. Not anyone else. You. He always talks to you, always hangs around you, touches your hair—" She counted the reasons on her fingers.

"That's only because you tell him to." I interjected her rampage.

"Any—way! He talks to you, gives you cookies, rubs your hand when you're mad, gets awkwardly close to you, calls you female clone, says that because of that you're not related, which means he doesn't think of you as a sister, which means he likes you, and you still deny it?" Taylor took a long, deep breath. The cold air stung her chest and she coughed. "Look. At. What. You. Made. Me. Do."

"Sorry. Okay, I'm not going to talk to him, but" I thought about the different scenarios in my head. Good. Bad. Very good. Exponentially good. Ugly. Hideous. Ugh. Great. "You are a different story."

"I can?"

"Can you?"

Taylor smiled, seeing she had won. Ah, let her think. "Of course. I can be all cool about it and say, 'you know what Misty likes you and you need to like her.'"

I shook my head as fast as I could; some of it was shivering, but mostly shaking. "No. Not subtle. Hypothetical. You think, not I told you anything. Say you think I like him."

Taylor shivered also, "We need a better lair. And okay. I can do it. Are you sure?"

Am I sure? Am I sure!? Of course I'm not sure, but what can I do?

Taylor interrupted my thoughts. "Well who cares, I'm going to do it anyway. Bye, oh wait there he is." She ran down the ramp.

"Not while I'm here." I called after her. He wasn't anywhere to be found I was sure, but she had to have her dramatic exit. Taylor would be Taylor.