These two were not simply twins. They were more than that. They were one in the other - a crooked, imperfect mirror that nobody could clearly comprehend. Same face, same body, yet worlds apart. Or at the very least, what they wanted everybody to think. And really, they were like Yin and Yang meshing perfectly. Theirs was a small world: their house, their moments together, and now, their school. Yet their dark, illicit obsession with golden boy Liam was a world with its walls closing in.

Liam was the opposite of everything they were. He was handsome, charming, the life of the party - and every single one of his moves tugged at something deep within both of them, something neither twin could resist. Yet where Ella had been brash, almost careless in her pursuit, Elena was quiet, more subdued in her longing. For years, they had been this way, ever since the first time they caught what Liam thought was a casual glance at them as he passed.

But that had been the moment they realized he wasn't just an object of lust from afar - he was both of theirs to devour. This had not been spoken about, not to one another and not to anyone else. Like an unspeakable secret, the obsession hung between them. Such desire was dangerous, especially that kind. Yet it was there, heavy in the air between their words, in the looks they gave one another when no one was looking.

The twins were like predators circling the same prey; no one knew which one of them would make the first move, but they knew one of them would. Their classmates believed them to be those fragrant and ideal twins - students who went hand in hand all the time and were always wonderful together: perfect twins you wanted to spend time with. The teachers adored the twins for their civility and quiet intelligence too. But there was darkness that hid beneath those matching smiles, something hidden from everyone.

It all began on a Thursday afternoon. In the school hallways, mischief abounded: laughter flew and footsteps echoed as the fresh scent of dining hall fare permeated the air. Ella was ahead, her eyes constantly flicking across the crowd, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth. Elena trod along silently always. Her dark hair swirled long around her face and hid her eyes. Twins though they were, they were inseparable; one fact was clear: Ella decided the course of their steps.

Ella has always been the dominant one of the twins. She was fearless and loved to roll with the punches and not think before she acted. Elena, in contrast, is more reserved and makes her moves carefully after weighing her options. The tall, broad-shouldered man who has tousled hair is someone who makes girls swoon and guys want to be like him.

As Ella and Elena walked toward the bathroom down the hallway, Elena's eyes landed on her best friend Lucy, who was bouncing with excitement.

'Elena!' The face had lit up into a big grin, and Lucy called out, 'I have some vine-close gossip for you, and trust me, you don't want to miss this!' This made Elena raise an eyebrow in spite of herself. Lucy always knew how to keep her interested. 'What's going on?' Elena asked, halting when Lucy ran up. As Ella and Elena made their way further down the hall toward the bathroom, Elena was already getting the goosebumps of the moment.

'You go ahead,' Ella said. 'I'll catch you later; I just have to get something out of the bathroom.' Elena nodded, 'Fine, just don't take long.' Her chest was beating loudly as she walked down the hall, the sound of the other students fading away. She certainly hadn't expected to see Liam today - hadn't expected to feel that thing between them, the heat-shimmer of desire. But there he was, propped up against the lockers, looking at her with those eyes that made her feel like she was bathing in molten lava.

His eyes were dark with something unreadable as he pushed off the lockers and walked toward her without a word. Ella didn't hesitate. Her pulse quickened, and soon enough, they were slipping into the nearest bathroom, the door clicking shut behind them. With that, Ella pulled Liam by his arm to drag him. Without missing a beat, she dragged him to the nearest bathroom. Nothing was wrong, but as she dragged Liam into the restroom, her mind cried:This is wrong.

But everything else was right - his touch, his body, his mouth on hers. She couldn't stop. Not now. The hallway sounds faded the instant the door clicked shut behind them, leaving only the silence of the room mixing with their pounding hearts. Liam asked quietly, 'What are you doing?' His breath quickened as he cornered her. Ella said from somewhere, her voice breathy with such desire, "I don't know. It was more of: 'I just - had to be with you.'

Ella kissed him fiercely, as if the moment might evaporate if they didn't act quickly-for his answer. For that one moment, with her lips crashing against his, nothing else mattered. The outside world might persist, but in that bathroom, there were only those two people: her and Liam, and the way they kept their mouths fused together in an open-mouth kiss that no human being could be faulted for. They connected instantly. It almost felt like a circuit charge. Just then,...