Encounters

                                    

                                          
I walked back to my dorm in a dazed silence. I still couldn't believe this was happening. Rumors of secret societies were rampant on campus, but no one knew what they were called or who belonged to them. Now I knew why. I had heard some of the other girls Kamille hung out with talking about the "super hot" football and baseball stud and even about the hunky lead singer of the campus band. I never imagined that I would meet them, let alone possibly be friends with them. I stopped in front of the dorm confused as to how I got there. I felt a hand come down on my shoulder. I jumped, still hyped up from the adrenaline rush of earlier. 
                          
"Sorry!" I heard as I turned. I let out a sigh of relief at seeing that it was just Braedon. "We really didn't mean to scare you earlier," he said putting his hands in his pockets and hanging his head slightly. 
                          
"Did you follow me?" I asked him smiling to myself. He blushed and tucked his head more. 
                          
"I wanted to make sure you made it back alright." He shrugged his shoulders and looked back up at me. "I'll see you later." He smiled a heart stopping smile and turned to leave. 
"See you," I called after him.
                          
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The next morning I laid in bed dreaming for half an hour before I finally got up. I threw my unruly red hair in a messy bun and slapped a little make-up on my pale face. I grabbed a random t-shirt from my drawer and pulled on a ripped pair of jeans. I heaved my backpack in slightly dreading the day ahead. Then I remembered that I may see the boys today and perked up considerably. I practically skipped down the the coffee and grabbed my usual coffe. I turned with a huge grin on my face. 
                          
"Well someone's happy to see me." Jax was standing there with a smirk on his face. I decided to play his game. 
                          
"Maybe I am." I took a step closer and a panicked look crossed his face for a mere second. Perfect. I took another step closer. 
                          
"So are you going to walk me to class or just stand there all day." I placed one finger on his forearm and dragged it down to his hand. At this his jaw dropped open and he stared down at my hand. The butterflies were going crazy in my stomach. I was never this forward. A smile slowly spread across his face as the shock wore off. 
                          
"Let's go Red." He pulled me out the door towards my first class. 
                          
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I was sitting in the student center reading, when the chair across from me was pulled out and a heavy body sat down. I looked up into the gorgeous, twin face in front of me. He sat there not saying anything and just staring at me, "Did you need something Cole?" His face lit up. 
                          
"How did you know?! The guys can't even tell us apart." He looked at me with pure joy all over his face. 
                          
"It's a secret," I said with a smirk. Now that I knew there were two of them, really it was all about how they carried themselves. They could wear the same clothes and stand next to each other and I could tell them apart. 
                          
"Aww come on!" He pouted a little before grinning again. 
                          
"What are you doing the rest of the day?" I waved my book at him and went back to reading. 5 minutes later he was still sitting there, watching me. Someone came up beside me. 
                          
"Hi Tasha." Kamille's shrill voice sounded. I looked up and saw 5 other girls with her including Sadie. All of them were staring right at Cole. 
                          
"Aren't you going to introduce to your new friend Tasha?" Kamille said with a flip of her dark hair. 
                          
"Uh, this is Cole." I said uneloquently, waving a hand in his direction. 
                          
"Whitaker right?" Kamille said sticking her hip out and twirling a lock of her hair. She might as well of been blowing bubbles with chewing gum she looked so ridiculous.