You sigh, well huff heavily, as you flop on your stomach while grabbing a pillow to prop up your laptop. Work awaits you.
Usually, you'd be downstairs, hanging with your twin and his friends --'your friends' your mind amends--, probably playing video games, but you're tired today. And preoccupied with work and other things.
You love your twin. -Ish. You'd hate to admit that you lack the same gungho energy for anything and everything that he has. Instead, you preferred to keep quiet and observe rather than act. Like now, with those bimbos that kept harassing you in between classes. If you were anything like Cole, you would have politely told them to fuck off a while ago, but you aren't. Instead, you glare.
'If only glares could kill...' You think almost wistfully but alas. They weren't really worth it anyways.
Ignoring any neurotic habits, you are happy enough, because you have friends. Mostly guys with the exceptions of a few girls and despite the fact they are nutcas