Twisted Desires

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.