My Twin had SEX with MY boyfriend, pretending to be ME!

(11) My Twin had SEX with MY boyfriend, pretending to be ME!

A/N: SORRY IM SO LATE, BUT I MADE IT A BIT LONGER THAN USUAL! I HOPE YOU ENJOY, DON’T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT!

Last Time From Anna’s POV:

“I’ve got to go.” I breathed out. Josh snapped out of his trance and hastily slid out of the booth.

“I’ll walk you home.” He offered.

“No, no, I’m fine!” the wounded look on his face made my heart squeeze. I slid out of the booth and stood right in front of him.

“Josh, you given me everything I’ve needed tonight. Thanks for being here for me.” I reached over to give him a kiss on the cheek, but our wires must have gotten crossed because our lips met.

....and maybe we were slow to separate.

(11) My Twin had SEX with MY boyfriend, pretending to be ME!

I woke up the next morning feeling like a complete skank. At the back of my mind though, I was thinking ‘how can you feel bad for cheating on a cheater”, but I did all the same. Michael didn’t deserve what I did with Josh, anymore than I deserved what he did with Emma. I had to let one of them go. I wasn’t going to be that girl… the girl who just strings guys along until they get tired of them. But did I even have Josh? Could he have just been taking an opportunity: hot girl who’s vulnerable? What guy wouldn’t jump at that?

It was Saturday and I just wanted to be left alone with my thoughts so that I could deal with my affairs. I needed a place where I wouldn’t run into anybody: friends, family… boyfriends? I quickly got dresses putting on a sports bra, shorts, and running shoes, all pink of course, and slipped my phone through my cleavage. I bolted out of the door, barely saying goodbye to my mom and dad, and ignoring the way Emma’s eyes skirted away from me, as I left.

After I walked to the high school, I made a bee line for the track, starting on a steady pace. I was lost in a trance as the soft pounding of my feet coincided with the back and forth swishing of my high ponytail against the nape of my neck. As my breathing picked up, from my faster pace, I focused in on my problems. Problem number 1: My boyfriend cheated on me. Problem 2: He cheated on me with my sister. Problem 3: I kissed my sister’s ex, the one she’s still pining for, and liked it. And Problem 4, the most important was that I wanted to have sex with my boyfriend for all of the wrong reasons. Yes I thought I loved Michael, which I now know was simply a deep friendship mix with lust, but I still always saw myself as the girl who waited. Waited for something all consuming, combustible, and…

The sudden blasting of hard rock, made me stumble. I looked towards the nearby out building used for weight training, and decided to investigate. If it was somebody I knew, I planned on leaving before my presence was discovered.

I peaked around the corner, past the slightly ajar door. I was instantly assaulted by the smell of sweat and musk that was a constant in this building. My eyes didn’t take long to find him, although his motions were reduced to blurs of movement. He was dressed in a black t-shirt that was so drenched with sweat that it clung to his lean athletic build, paired with black jogging pants, he looked absolutely stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, as he attacked the self defense dummy, raining down kicks, punches, and what appear to be a few martial arts moves in a continuous secession. I didn’t realize that I was unconsciously making my way into my room, until I tripped over something and tumbled to the floor. My hand automatically reached for my ankle, but fortunately for me I got off scotch free… until the room went deadly silent.

“Are you always this clumsy?” Trevor said as he towered above me. I waited for him to offer me his hand, but he simply continued to glare at me.

“I think I might be the clumsiest cheerleader around.” I said, trying to lighten the mood, as I got back on my feet. I saw Trevor examine my ankle before rubbing his slightly crooked nose in what was sure to be an unconscious gesture. Seeing that I was fine, his shoulders relaxed. He then turned around and began to pack up his things.

“Look, I didn’t mean to interrupt-” I started to say.

“But nonetheless, that’s what you did Princess” he shot back.

“What’s your problem with me?” I said frustrated. I wanted to solve my problems today, not add new ones to the list!