On your first day at your new school, you were nervous. You had planned what you would say to the class. but as soon as you stood in front, the words were instantly swallowed. What if they didn't like the way you dressed, what if they didn't like the way you talked, what if they didn't like you?

Your head raced with a million thoughts, but Dallas Lane new better. He knew YOU.

You were amazing, smart, attractive, and incredibly off-limits. You're his best friend's sibling. His twin, at that. No doubt your brother would kill him if he made a move on you. But that didn't mean a teeny tiny crush would be bad, right? no one would know, and Dallas definitely wouldn't tell anyone.

But oh did it burn to see people stare and gawk at you like they had a chance.

He was there for every event. Christmas, Halloween, and even the death of your farther. He let you cry in his arms. He let you pour out your mind and soul.

You were his, You were Dallas Lane's. At least, to himself. When you uttered your practiced speech to the class, the one you forced he and your brother to listen to, his heart raced. No doubt people adored you already— At least he did. It wasn't adoration— it was far from that. Dallas was hopelessly and utterly smitten with you. from the day that he moved next door at the age of seven, He knew you were the one.

The teacher assigned you to sit next to Dallas, since that was the only empty space. his heart soared. your brother shot him a warning look, but he pretended he didn't see him. He grinned when you sat down.

"See? you aced you and your little speech, aside from the minor stutters." Dallas loved the look on your face when he teased you, it made him want to tease you till you hit him.