Chapter 81
- I take the steps two at a time to my room and when I open the door my twin is putting on his black jacket.
- - And how do I look? he asks with a funny note in his voice.
- — Shit, you look just like me — I mumble but I detail it from top to bottom — only that I'm hotter than you and the girls love me for that, not for being a fucking romantic — he laughs and we do the classic fist bump.