I waited for Danni outside the school gates. I hadn't seen her since the party and I was beginning to think she was ignoring me. I saw her walking out with Narla. She was closest to her out of all her friends.
"I'll see you later," Narla smiled.
"See ya," Danni replied, walking towards my direction.
"Hey you," I smiled. She looked up, panic across her face.
"Aren't you going to greet your boyfriend?" I asked.
"I want you to come over," I smiled.
"I have to study,"
"You can study later," I sighed, walking up to her and grabbing her wrist. She winced in pain.
"Please Danni, I haven't talked to you since we made love," she shook her head.
"You didn't enjoy it?" I asked, my grip tightening.
"Please stop," she whispered, looking down. I pulled her into my car.
"Do you even love me Danni?" I asked, beginning to drive.
"I don't know," she replied. I was getting mad with her.
"Why not? It's been nearly four years and you can't say you fucking love me back?!"
"I don't know how I feel,"
"Why?" I asked, hitting my hand on the steering wheel.
"Please calm down," she pleaded, moving in her seat.
"Please tell me you don't like my dyke of a sister!" I spat, looking at her. She looked down in defeat.
"I-I don't know,"
"Fucks sake!" I yelled, hitting the steering wheel again, the car moved across the road.
"Pull over please," Danni panicked. I sighed heavily before pulling the car over.
"Why Danni?! Why haven't I been to your house? Why haven't we had sex multiple times? Why don't you love me? We've been together so long,"
"I-I don't know," I was so mad. I fucking loved her and she couldn't even say it back.
"You're just a little bitch," I laughed, unbuckling my seatbelt. I watched as tears started to form in her eyes.
"You're pathetic Danni. If anything your perfect for my sister because you're both low life hypocrites!" I yelled, slapping her face.
"Beatrice please, this isn't you," she pleaded.
"Tough luck Dannielle, should've thought about that before breaking my heart," I yelled hitting her again.
"Please stop," she cried.
"Were done," she whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"Were done," she said louder looking at me. I hit her hard across the face one last time.
"Go fuck yourself," she cried, getting out of my car and walking away from me. I hit my hand on the steering wheel again. I guess it's her loss. She wasn't good in bed anyway. Plus she cried way too much. Her and my sister are fucking perfect for each other. I quickly dialled Chantelle's number.
"Wanna be my girlfriend?" I asked, turning out of her street.
"Of course baby,"
"I'll be round soon, I just have something to do first,"
"I'll be waiting," she replied before hanging up the phone. Chantelle was better physically and mentally anyway compared to Danni. Now time to ruin Andy's life for ruining mine. This will be sweet.
I made my towards tryouts. I knew that they had ended and when I walked into the change rooms I heard someone moving around. I looked around and saw Andy slipping on a shirt. Before she noticed me, I had swung a fist across the back of her head. She fell over the bench, hitting the front of her head on the ground.
"Hello sissy," I smirked, watching her look up at me.
"Remember the fun we had when we were little?" I asked, watching her quickly get up from the ground.
"You're sick Beatrice," she laughed, standing her ground.
"You're the one who's sick. Stealing my fucking ex girlfriend,"
"I didn't fucking touch Danni you asshole,"
"But you will won't you," I spat, moving towards her.
"At least I could treat her the way she deserves to be treated," that made me angry. I threw a punch at her face that she blocked and countered me back. I stumbled slightly but just swung a uppercut to her jaw, causing her to fall to the floor.
"I'm going to break Danni's heart like she broke mine! I know hurting you will break her because you fucking turned her into a dyke,"
"You're disgusting, you seriously need help Beatrice," Andy laughed, slowly lifting herself up from the floor.
"Not like you dyke!" I yelled, hitting her across the face again. She fell to her hands and knees. I kicked her ribs, making her fall to the floor.
"You're as pathetic as Danni," I laughed, kicking her again. She spat blood out of her mouth before spinning her body around and foot swept me, causing me to fall on my back. She climbed on top of me and sent punch after punch into my face. I blocked the fifth one and threw her off me. I climbed onto her and threw punch after punch at her. She tried to defend herself but she was growing weak. It wasn't until her knee hit my groin that she moved out from under me and grabbed her bag.
"Don't fucking touch her again Beatrice or you will be sorry," she spat.
"And whys that?" I laughed, wiping the blood from my lip.
"You don't want to know," she laughed, making her way out of the changerooms.
"Bitch," I muttered, before hauling myself off the ground. Next time she won't be so lucky. The more I see her the more angry I get. Hopefully one day she ends up dead like she should've been when we were seven.
I walked up to Chantelle's house. She was waiting for me outside.
"What happened?" She asked, looking over my face.
"Just had some sister bonding time," I smiled, kissing her lips softly.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes baby, now lets have some fun shall we?"
"Sounds good," she smirked, grabbing my hand and leading me in.
"So you insult broke up with that nerd?"
"No she broke up with me for my dyke of a sister."
"What a bitch," Chantelle sighed, opening her door.
"Let's forget about her, I have you now," I smiled, kissing her.
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My Twin's Girlfriend (Book 1/2)(RE-WRITING)Teen Fiction
Beatrice has the life of a prince, rich parents, a huge home, sports scholarship, A grades, and his girlfriend Danni Michelson. So what happened to Beatrice to send him off the rails? Danni has no idea what she wants in life. She struggles with her...