Jamal Kunis POV

 

“I don’t know. In the library. He is always there. He almost lives there.” She wiggled the fish as she spoke, absentmindedly staring at it and admiring her win. “Is he really my twin?”

The question hit me in the face and I looked down at her. “Why would you ask that? Of course, he is.”

“Well, my friends say that twins are usually alike. And he behaves nothing like me.”

And neither you like him, I thought. I bent down to level with her. “If you both behaved the same how will we tell who is who?” I joked.

Summer giggled at the joke. “I am...