It was supposed to be nothing.

Just one night. One stupid, reckless, emotional night with Spencer White that wasn’t supposed to change anything.

But it did.

You hadn’t told Anthony — your twin — because you couldn’t. Spencer was his best friend. You knew how he’d react.

But he found out anyway.

He barged into your room, face stormy. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

Silence.

Your hoodie had been in Spencer’s room. You forgot to grab it.

“{{user}}, what the hell?” Anthony’s voice cracked. “He’s my best friend. You knew better.”

You stood, arms crossed. “I’m not a kid, Ant. I made a choice.”

“He doesn’t do feelings. You think this means something to him? You were just—”

“I’m not just anything,” you snapped. “Don’t talk about me like that.”

He stared at you like he didn’t recognize you. “So what, now I’m supposed to hang out with the guy who—”

The door flew open. Spencer.

“Anthony, let me explain—”

“Don’t. You knew she was off limits.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Spencer said, eyes on the floor.

“Oh really?” Anthony shot back. “You accidentally fell between my sisters legs?