Nate’s POV
A few girls give me flirtatious looks as I walk out of my first class which was apparently Biology.
During the whole last hour, I sat mute on a seat in the last row and dedicated my whole attention to the biology teacher, Miss Taylor. Good that she didn’t make us introduce ourselves and just directly went into introducing the syllabus. Or I would have humiliated myself in front of everyone.
Since I didn’t try to mingle with anyone or speak anything, nobody figured out my stammering problem yet. And I don’t want anyone to find out. I don’t care if they think I am mute but I don’t want the title ‘Stutter boy'.
I ignore the stares from people standing on both sides of the corridor and briskly walk in search of my next class which is Analytical Geometry and Calculus.
I don’t try to seek help from anyone to find my class. And therefore it takes me a whole fifteen minutes to find the class and as soon as I step inside, the bell rings indicating the break ended.
I take a seat in the last row near the window like I have always done in my previous high school, waiting for the teacher to arrive. I like to sit in the back because the teacher or the students won't easily notice me and so I won't have to start a conversation or anything.
I silently sit for some time and watch the empty classroom rapidly filling up with students. But as I see people looking in my way, I open the Calculus textbook which I had bought from the bookstall earlier and start running my eyes through the first chapter.
Suddenly I find my heart beating unusually faster as I feel someone standing in front of me. I look up from the book in nervousness.
My eyes go wide and my mouth hangs open. “A..Alex!” I stutter in extreme shock. Alex looks down at me in surprise and confusion, his dark brown eyes carefully examining me, his tousled brown hair falling over his forehead.
There's a girl wearing minimal clothes on Alex's left, holding on to his shoulder and a boy is standing on his right. Both are staring down at me intimidatingly. wait! what is happening to me? Am I dreaming? But..
“What?” Alex asks me. I stay silent in shock. It takes me one more second to realize neither I'm dreaming nor the person standing in front of me is Alex's ghost but someone looking similar.
I look at the person carefully. He has similar hair as my brother's. His brown eyes are exactly the same as Alex's. His nose and lips also have some kind of similarity. Overall he looks like Alex.
“Hello boy, get up from here before we throw you away,” the girl on his side says with a smirk playing on her lips, and then she looks at the girl sitting near me. “You too get up,”
The girl immediately stands up from the chair and goes to a chair in the second last row. I can't understand what's happening here. I want to get up from the chair but I can't stand up because of shock.
The boy on the right steps forward reaching for my collar. “Are you deaf? Get the fuck up and go, sit somewhere else,” he growls pulling me up by my collar and pushing me away. I stumble back and almost fall backward. But somehow I maintain my feet firm on the floor.
The person looking like Alex takes my book from the table and throws it towards me. I don’t make an attempt to catch it. My hands don’t move. So the books fall near my feet.
I bite my lip in nervousness and look at the person once more before I finally bend down and pick my book and bag from the floor. Then I walk to an empty chair on the opposite row.
I had to fight hard to not look at the three people on the opposite side. I mean I wanted to look at the person looking like my Alex. My heart was still beating hard against my chest. I can't understand why that guy looks like my brother.
After a few minutes, the teacher, a middle-aged man arrives and starts introducing himself. A few more minutes pass with me trying hard and failing to listen to the teacher, Mr. Hibbert. I can't help but look at the guy on the opposite side.
It's three years since the person whom I loved the most in the world left me. And here there's someone looking so much like him. I need to look at him.
I turn my head and stare at the guy. He looks like Alex, even from the side angle. Why are his brown eyes so familiar? Why does he have the same handsome face which I adored the most in the world?
I don't know how long I sat like that staring at him. I was feeling like crazy. At one point, I was even starting to tear up looking at his face. It was then I found the girl sitting near him, glaring furiously at me.
I immediately turn my face away and avert my gaze at Mr. Hibbert who is writing something on the board. But again after a few minutes, my face involuntarily turns to the guy. This time he turns his head and furrows his eyebrows at me.
I quickly look away, my heart thudding wild against my ribs. But again after some time, I can't keep my gaze straight. I keep on stealing occasional glances at him, without him noticing.
When the bell rings, I quickly walk out of the class. I have one more hour before lunch- English. I reach the class quickly as I had already found the class earlier on my way to the first hour.
During the whole hour, I sit in the back thinking about that guy I saw last hour. I know this is my first day at this school and I should be listening to class. But I can't concentrate. The one hour flies away quickly as I think about the strange physical similarity between Alex and the guy.
When the bell rings indicating lunch break, I walk in direction of the locker room to find my locker and place my books inside it. I had got the locker key from the general office, today morning. Thankfully my locker number is not again 69. It's 306.
Soon I arrive in front of my locker and press the key inside the hole, smoothly turning it. The locker door opens and I place my books and bag inside it.
I close the door and turn around, placing the key in my pocket, only to meet with two familiar brown eyes. Instantly my heart starts thudding fast.
It's none else than my brother's clone. And the same girl and boy from the second hour are also with him on his left and right.
He suddenly places his both hands on the locker door and I unintentionally shiver. He moves a step forward, caging me inside his veiny arms with my back pressed tightly against the locker. He is standing at an inch's distance from me. He stares at me with those beautiful brown orbs. But those familiar dark brown eyes that I loved so much are cold and hard. “Why were you staring at me?” he asks in a husky voice. I feel like his voice also sounds similar to Alex's. I feel dazed all of a sudden. I open my mouth to say something but no sounds are coming out of my mouth. I shiver and flinch as he takes one hand from the locker door only to hit it hard against the metal door, making a loud ‘cling’. “Why were you staring at me?” he growls again near my ear, sending shivers down my body. “I-I...I am s..sorry,” I somehow manage to stammer. The girl beside him suddenly laughs out
Ethan's POV The blue-eyed boy's face continuously flickered in my mind as I made my way towards the Hostel office to get my luggage and key, evening after class. His teary eyes and nervous looks made me feel vexed. I slapped the poor boy in the face just for staring at me. I can't get that expression of his out of my mind. His vulnerable state, the way he bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut. The way he stammered in lose of words. Everything is making me totally reprehensible. This is the first time I am feeling this much guilty for bullying someone. I have bullied many people. Mostly girls. Every time I feel guilty. But that's nothing compared to the guilt I feel today. I was thinking about him the whole afternoon. It's rare I think about a person I bullied for that long. There's of course something special about the boy, Nate. I feel like I have some kind of connection with him. Be
I turned and walked to one of the beds, ruffling my hair in frustration and sat down thinking what to do. He sat there itself, looking at me with wide terrified eyes. Okay, why the hell is he looking at me like that? I admit I slapped him but does he need to look this terrified? I stared back at him intently, thinking what to do with him. He quickly looked away. Maybe on remembering his promise to not look at me again. I sat up from the bed and stormed out of the room deciding something in my mind. I went straight to the hostel office. Miss Rose was now writing something carefully. “Miss Rose,” I called. “Oh Ethan,” she looked up. “Why are you here again?” “I need to change my room. Please put me in some other room,” “What happened?” She asked annoyed and confused. “I can't stay with that boy. He also doesn't
“Oh Woah! Ethan!” Amelia squealed looking at my half-naked body. “Damn! You look freaking hot,” she said seductively, her eyes on my tanned chest and abs, as she walked towards me. Sophia chuckled while Tony and Kevin smirked looking at me. My eyes then met Nate's red teary ones. He was breathing heavily, leaning against the wall. He was looking at me as if asking me silently to save him. I felt my heart throb in pain seeing him like that. By then Amelia reached me and touched on my wet biceps. I yanked her hands away and she furrowed her eyebrows. “It's not time for that, Amelia,” Kevin chirped. “What are you guys doing here?
I waited a few minutes to see if Nate comes out of the bathroom. But there was no sign he was going to come out anytime soon. My clothes were inside the bathroom. So I walked to the door and knocked on it. “Nate, come out. They all left. You can pack your things and leave now,” I said. I didn't get any reply. But then I heard a faint sob and my heart twitched inside my chest. He is badly hurt. Maybe I should let him cry now. I walked back to my suitcase and took another pair of shirt and shorts, quickly getting dressed in them. After that, I started unpacking my stuff. It was almost 8 Pm when I finished arranging everything and made my bed. Nate has still not come out of the bathroom. I guess he should come out by now. That's enough time now. Maybe he isn't coming out because he is afraid I would do something to him. Or what if he did some not so funny business inside there? If something happens to him, I would be
Nate's POV I blink my eyelids thrice before slowly opening them to the morning sun rays peeking in through the creamy white curtains in the room, tickling my eyes. As I try to move a little, a heavy weight locks me back into place. Soon arms curl tightly around me with a small groan. I smile and close my eyes once again, enjoying the warmth of Alex's body against my back and his arms curled tightly around my waist, his hip and legs curved in the same angle as mine, pressing them against mine. Alex always holds me like this, providing me all the warmth I need. Without opening my eyes, I squirm and try to turn around. Alex loosens his hands a little, letting me turn around and place my head in the crook of his neck. Once I stop squirming after finding a comfortable position for my head in between Alex's neck and shoulder, he again tightens his hug. Being warm, inhaling Alex's fam
I look at Ethan once more before slowly sitting up and crawling out of the bed. I walk to the table and take my phone which was lying there. I unlock it and quickly goes to the gallery, searching for one of Alex's pic. I find a close-up pic of Alex and walk back to the bed just to once again compare Ethan's face with Alex's though I know there's no point in comparing him with my dead brother. It's just a coincidence that he looks somewhat like Alex and I shouldn't be this bothered. But I can't help but compare them. After looking back and forth at Ethan's face and Alex's pic, I decide to snap a few pics of Ethan. He is still sleeping peacefully so he won't know. Maybe I will show it to Anna and tell her about him. She would be as shocked as me. I slowly crawl on the bed without making any sound. I tap the camera icon and quickly snap five or six pics of Ethan's sleeping face from different angles. Then I sit there for some more time obse
Ethan's P.O.V The hour before lunch, history rolls around. I take my seat in the center of the second last row as none of the four jerks are with me during this hour to my greatest relief. But history is not a subject of my interest. So again I can't relax during this hour. And during my hours of interest like English and science, any one of those bitches will be there to annoy me. Amelia is the one whom I dread the most and she shares three classes with me. While I'm getting my books out, I notice Nate rush in through the doors. His eyes lock with me for a moment as he scurries to the back of the classroom. He nervously looks around me, probably to see whether my friends are with me and when he figures out I am alone, he takes his seat behind me. I don't turn around or look at Nate. Because the people in this class would be secretly watching me, especially girls and if they see any interaction be