Not that it matters, but I have two people that used to be my friends.

I see them laughing in the halls, shoving each other and cracking jokes.

They are both giants, looming over the other students, and attractive with tanned skin and turquoise eyes. It would be impossible to tell them apart if they didn't have different hair styles. The younger one has hair that curls around the lobes of his ears. The older boy has curly, tousled hair that sits messily on his head, always making it look like he just had sex and a tiny bit of stubble that makes him look far more mature than seventeen. 

Their names are Emerson and Cameron Conners; they're twins, with big egos and the looks, intelligence, and talent to back them up.

We were friends until recently; we were all captains of the soccer team. 

I quit playing soccer.

I quit hanging around the twins too.

They said I changed.

Emerson didn't like that I was mean to that shy girl named after an Italian city.

Cameron didn't like that I made Aine cry.

I guess I was the bad guy.

I'm fine though.

I'm okay with being alone.

That way, the only person I can hurt is me.