Trouble

XIII

Devonne's pov

"So.. yeah, i'm really sorry." I told Demi. I just gave her the longest apology i've ever given anyone. I think i just left her dumbfounded.

"ok." was all she said. I don't think she believed me, considering all she said was ok and it was sort of an aggressive one.

"I know you may think i'm lying.. again. but i'm serious. really really, serious." i didn't want her to think i was lying. i'm really trying to make everything right. I noticed she was sweating a bit. Did i really make her that nervous?

"ok, you can go now." i sighed.

"How about we try to spend time together? like now?" i asked her.

"Alright." she said, while sitting back. I took a seat at her desk and looked at her,

"You've got some powder on your nose" Her eyes widened bigger than they already were, and wiped her nose. I've never really noticed her pupils we so big. She's actually very pretty, not because she looks like me but she has her own way of looking. if i was to say i have an identical twin sister to someone i just met, i bet they would picture someone like me. Light brown hair, dark tan, and side bangs. They would be surprised to see a pale white girl, with jet black hair and no bangs at all. Everyone says we sound alike, but i don't hear it.

I got up from the chair and threw myself on the bed next to her.

"Your room is pretty comfy."

"thanks," she said.

i sighed,

"you've got every right to be mad at me. I don't blame you if you hate me and want me dead, but i promise i'll make things right between us. You're my twin sister, and i want to have an actual relationship with you." i told her.