Ted's POV

After a night of unpacking, we walk through the school's hallway, filled with giant hormonal teenagers. Well, they aren't giants, I'm just small. We just moved into a new house closer to our school. My twin, Theresa, mostly known as Tessa, was really happy with our dad's decision. I, on the other hand, didn't really care. As long as my sister and dad were happy, I'm happy.

Tessa and I walk to our lockers as she was greeted by some people. My sister's quite popular. Probably because of how fun and friendly she is. She's a really confident and beautiful girl. She's amazing, unlike me who doesn't meet the qualifications of even being decent, but I'm not complaining. I'm fine with who I am.

I'm not the kind of person who socializes a lot. I'm a very shy and boy. My paranoia is probably the main reason I'm like this. Ever since that night, I've never been more paranoid in my life. I'm scared that if I say something or do something wrong, I might hurt someone; or that I might humiliate myself more than I already am. To relieve my paranoia, I usually just don't talk and minimalize my actions. When I do need to talk, my voice would be as quiet as a whisper so if I do say something wrong, it'll be barely audible.

The only people I talk to without being overly shy and are my best friends and family. Yep, I'm even shy when I talk to my family. The only friends that I have are my sister, Caleb, Zara, Ella, and Jonathan which were my sister's friends first. My sister introduced them to me when we were sophomores because I can't make friends on my own. Obviously.

We were walking to our first class, trying to pass through the crowded hallways when someone bumped into me. It made me stumble to the ground. The tall, muscular figure looked back at me and I saw those familiar sharp, chocolate brown eyes of Zachary Wilson.

"Watch where you're going crybaby!" his threatening, sharp voice uttered. Zachary Wilson is literally the most popular and feared person in this high school. He has the looks, the charm, he's everything everyone would want to be. He has girls drooling over him, boys fearing him. He's a living a dream and.

I didn't spare him a glance and just dusted myself off. My friends and sister hate him because of how he treats me. He doesn't do anything that is extremely bad. I just cry easily. I honestly feel bad. Instead of them liking someone really likable, they started hating him because of me. And I don't even hate him.

"Now what, crybaby?! Aren't you gonna cry?!" I could feel tears pooling on my eyes but I tried not to let it show.

"F*ck off!" Tessa shouted and we walk away.

"Y-you know, you don't have to hate him because of me," I said to Tessa shyly.

"What are you talking about? I would totally hate someone who messes with my twin without second thinking," she said making me smile. I just nod in response, not knowing what else to say.

We sat at our usual seats in class as our teacher walked in and started to teach. I listen attentively to the lesson like I always do from the day I started school.

I've never really hated school. I actually like learning. I don't get people who say school's 'Hell' for them. It isn't even that bad. Sure, school is hard and some people in school are mean but all in all, it isn't bad.

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Lunch came with the ring of the 5th bell and we were off to the cafeteria. Our friends all met up at our usual table. I sat there quietly, looking down at my food while they talk about their weekend. I didn't really like talking to my friends. I usually just stay quiet and avoid any and all eye contact to not be noticed but it doesn't always work.

"Hey, Ted, why don't you talk to us?" Ella asked. Ella is like the most social in our friend group. She likes socializing and she's very minimalistic with her style which a lot of people like. She has beautiful, straight black hair and she was petite. She's half Asian, Korean to be exact which explains her physical appearance.

"W-well, there isn't anything to t-talk about," I said, still looking at my half-eaten lunch.

"Ted, there's a lot of things to talk about. You could talk about yourself and stop hiding your face. It's too cute to hide," Caleb flirts. Caleb is a very open and flirtatious boy. If he has feelings for someone, he isn't scared to show it. He flirts with them, specifically me. Caleb has a crush on me since sophomore year and since that day he never stopped flirting.

"Caleb, for the millionth time, stop flirting with my twin," an annoyed Tessa grumbled

"You can talk about who bothers you. Cause if there is, I'm gonna beat the shit out of them," Jonathan's deep voice spoke. Jonathan is the 'tough' friend of our group. He's very over-protective to people he cares about. He's a football player so he was well built and well known. He's also quite good looking but no girl seems to get his attention.

"You can also talk about your crush. Do you have a crush?" The famous Zara said. Zara is the most popular in our group. She's a member of the famous Oakwood Cheerleading Squad. I like how she isn't the bitchy type like most of the cheerleading squad.

"Yeah I-I do have one, but I'm sure you guys are going to h-hate him"

"Don't knock it before you tell us. You never know, we might like the lucky boy" Everyone agreed with Zara

"So, who is it?" Tessa asked

"Um, i-its Zach" One more thing about Zach. I like him. Even after how he treated me, how he still treats, and his bad personality, I still have a crush on him. I just feel like he's soft on the inside despite his mean, 'bad boy' style attitude.

"What? Why him?" Tessa asked with her voice full of confusion. To be honest, I'd be confused too.

"I-I don't know. Something about him makes me like him," The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. I sighed in relief. We stand up, threw our trash and went on our separate ways, continuing the flow of the day.

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The last bell rang and school was over. Thank God I didn't encounter Zach after lunch. Well, except for our music class. That's the only class I had with him and my only non-AP class. Tessa and I walk to our car and drove home. We share a car that dad bought us when we got our license. I usually drive it because Tessa being Tessa, is always lazy to drive.

When we got home, we finished putting the remaining boxes in the attic and cleaned the house. while I was cleaning, I look through the house. it's a big spacious 4 bedroom, 4 bathroom house. The exterior of the house was the same as the other houses in the vicinity. It was almost 5 pm so I started to make dinner. I made spaghetti and meatballs and I baked some cupcakes for dessert.

"I'm home!" Dad shouted as I finished setting up the table.

"Hi dad, dinner is ready"

"Thank you so much for making dinner Theo" dad thanked. I called Tessa from upstairs where she was texting someone, one of our friends probably. We ate dinner and talked about how our day went. My day wasn't really that extravagant. It was just a regular old day.

I went upstairs after eating dinner and grabbed my guitar. One of my hobbies is singing and making my own songs. Singing relaxes me and helps clear my mind.

People have always said I had one of the best voices they've heard. By people I mean my mom, dad, and my sister. They always say that I should showcase my talent but I always decline. My voice isn't that great to me but maybe I should share my talent.

I let my fingers feel the engraving at the side of the guitar before hanging it back in place. It said

'I love you, Theo

-Mama'

and my mind was filled with memories. My Mom, or Mama as I call her, gave me this guitar for my 14th birthday as she saw my talent when the first time I sang a song with my dad's guitar.

I remember the first song I sang, the first song I wrote, and the first person I sang to with this guitar. I lay on my bed teary-eyed. I hate myself. I wish I could just turn back time. I look at the picture on my bedside table and uttered

"I'm sorry Mama," with tears rolling down my cheeks.

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