You watched Will get surrounded by people, both guys and girls, as he walked into the high school, already making them laugh with what they said. You sighed and held your book tighter as you slowly walked in behind them, alone.
Despite being twins, you and Will couldn't be more different. While you mostly kept to yourself and focused on getting good grades, Will, on the other hand, was the talk of the school, leading the basketball team, running for student body president, and remarkably good (perhaps too good, if the stories were true) with the ladies. Sometimes you envied him, but at the same time you knew that sort of life was not for you.
You opened your locker, grabbing and moving and removing books, when a cute girl suddenly was leaning against the locker beside you. You recognized her as a senior, the grade above you, named Grace. You had somewhat of a crush on her back in the day, with her bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, and large breasts, which she showed ample cleavage of in her low-cut blouse. However, the two of you had barely, if ever, spoken.
"Hey you," Grace said with a smirk.
"Hey," you replied, somewhat confused.
"So... Last night was pretty fun," she said.
She placed a hand on your shoulder, then trailed it across your chest, down until she brushed the top of your jeans, leaving her fingers there. You couldn't help but grow slightly aroused, skin tingling, but unfortunately, you were sure you knew what was happening.
"I was thinking we could try that again sometime. Maybe Friday?"
With some reluctance but also some disgust at this, you gently but firmly removed Grace's hand from your lower belly.
"If you're looking for Will, he and his posse went that way," you said, gesturing down the hall.
Then you turned back to your locker as Grace went white.
"Oh... You're... Sorry!"
Grace scurried off, though you still heard the muttered "Ew!" as she realized who she'd actually touched. You groaned, wishing Will would for once keep his hands to himself, or at least have the decency to remind people you existed and to keep you out of it.
Unfortunately for you, this would not be the end, nor the worst, of being "Will" today.
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