Page 50 of My Twin Sister's Ex

“Why did you kiss me then?”

She inspected her bright red nails. “There’s still something between us. Can’t you feel it? Plus, I told you I didn’t think she liked you that much.”

“There’s something between us all right. It’s called a breakup. You decided you were done, and I thought it was a good idea. I was more than happy to let our relationship end.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Why are you so negative all the time?”

It was exhausting to talk to her. It felt like we were talking in circles. “Because I’m busy calling you out on your actions. I can see how that might seem negative to you.”

“Whatever. Do you want me to give those chocolates to Jessilyn? I’m assuming you brought them for her.”

She’d probably just take them back to her room and eat them herself. “I’d like to talk to her in person.”

“Well, too bad. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

I could feel my anger starting to boil just beneath the surface. “And whose fault is that?”

“Don’t try blaming this on me. You’re the one at fault here.”

She’d really lost me now. How could she possibly blame that kiss on me? “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you checking me out. You were practically begging to kiss me.”

“You’re wrong about that. I wasn’t checking you out, and I never wanted you to kiss me.”

She clicked her long red nails against the doorframe. “I know what I saw.”

“If you think you saw that, then you should have ignored it. Because I’m dating your sister.”

“Youweredating her. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to have anything to do with you now.”

“Are you going to go get Jessilyn or not?”

She crossed her arms. “Why would I do that?”

“Oh, right. I forgot. You’re trying to sabotage her relationship with me so you can try to get me for yourself.”

“I’m just trying to keep it real between us, Bennett.”

“Good. Then here’s reality. I’m into your sister. I want to be with her, and I want to help her feel better by giving her a gift.”

She smiled at me with a bored expression. “You can keep telling yourself that.”

“Can I talk to your mom or someone else?”

“Fine. Mom! There’s someone here to see you,” she called over her shoulder.

Her mom showed up behind her. “Hi, Bennett.” Her smile was thin. I had a feeling she’d been told everything that had happened last night in the most unflattering way possible. Unflattering toward me anyway.

“Hi, Mrs. Martin. I came over to apologize to Jessilyn and give her these chocolates. Do you think it would be possible for me to talk to her?”

“Come on in.”

Jackilyn’s mouth twisted into a frown for just a moment before she smiled at me like she was getting everything she wanted. I followed Mrs. Martin into the pristine white living room where we had taken pictures for prom.

“You can have a seat in here. I’ll go get Jessilyn.”

I sat on the white couch, afraid to sit back too far in case I crushed any of the perfectly arranged pillows behind me.

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