Page 1 of TAINTED by TWINS

Trigger warning: Gay, Threesome, rivalry, drama, questionable humor that makes you "??" and drama that makes you "??" . This does not contain inc*st between the twins.

Your comments stir the wheels to this story so don't be afraid to speak your mind, because the author likes mind-f*cking.

"Enjoy your breakfast, I'm going to school now mom, bye..." I mumble as I kiss her cheek and run out the door.

"When are you gonna cut your hair?" She asked, which was a rarity since the alcohol usually makes her less interactive in the morning. "Your hair. It's making your acne worse."

I can't help but stop and answer her, "Uhm... I'll cut it myself... after school?"

"Don't you have a gig after school?"

She remembers? I find myself smiling because for the first time, my mother is actually interested in what I'm doing. "Yeah... maybe after that, I'll cut my hair."

She shoves her breakfast in her mouth, flushing it down with box wine. "You better... I hate that f*cking hair."

I chuckle as I leave the house.

My smile dwindled to a sad one as I take the bus to school, leaving our peaceful suburban neighborhood to attend a rather high-end school.

My mom used to be a teacher two years ago, and employee's children can get in free. But when we graduate, we have to work in the school for the same amount of time we studied. I'm a senior now.

I entered the school gates but almost got run over by a speeding black Kawasaki Ninja, whose rider rudely looks back at me as if I had no right on this road.

The Kawasaki Ninja went to park next to a shiny red McLaren Spider with the top down, a familiar handsome brunette hopping over the door.

The brunette laughs and interacts with the Ninja rider as he removes his helmet.

I know them. I pull out the Sony Alpha camera from my bag and snap a photo of the famous Deveroux twins. Selling photos of them to their fans makes me a little bit of money.

The Ninja rider taking his helmet off is Jade Deveroux, wearing a shiny leather jacket and riding gloves.

His hair is gelled into neat curls, the sides shaven into a clean fade.

But his face is anything but clean—messy black eyeliner from yesterday, a line of piercings on his ears and eyebrows, but light blue eyes that is contrasted by his dark aura.

"Good lord, let me ride that rider..." someone behind me whispered.

"He looks unfriendly, girl. I can fix him."

"Tiffany! I called dibs on Jade, the other twin is yours. God, he's hot."

"You really shouldn't call on God as you're looking at a devil."

The sports car driver putting a hand on his back is the Prince Charming Jonah Deveroux who has longer dyed blonde hair that he kept in a ponytail this time.

He's cleaner, a blank canvas of a body because he is a model that represents a lot of brands. He has the most fans, his photos get me a ton of money. Both of them have big, strong noses that don't overpower their face and godly bone structure that earned them enough fans in school to greet them at the entrance doors.

"Jonah, I hope I can sit next to you! So I can be motivated to do my acads!"

"Screw acads, I'll drop everything to be Jonah's housewife!"

"Oh god I need a change of panties!"

"But you're a guy-"

"I said what I said!" A student pushed a girl towards Jonah, who was then caught by the model.

"Careful ladies," he lifted her back while kissing the back of her hand, making everyone squeal and some gasp in jealousy. "I'll see you beautiful sweethearts around... take care."

"Ayieeeee!"

I roll my covered eyes as I enter school, ignoring them and their fangirls. Yes they're handsome, but why would you imagine a whole life with an idol who you don't know and probably don't care about you? I don't get it.

I kept my bangs low as I placed my camera in my locker while keeping the stuff I need for school on me. Covering my eyes protects me from unwanted comments about my race, but unfortunately they don't protect me from the usual bullies who finds me wherever I go.

"Eyyy! It's the chingus!"

"Did we just see you taking pics of the twins, chingu?" Their pathetic gang leader, David, slammed me on the locker. "Were you gonna jerk off to those pics, huh? We saw you staring at the school doctor too, did you take a picture of him...?"

"Gay *ss pervert..."

David laughed as he tore my clear book off my chest, "... we'll tell everyone, Miller. We'll tell everyone you like dirty chats with men, you disgusting little queer..."

"Give that back!" I try retrieving it, but they started pushing me around.

"You shouldn't even show your face here."

"You're nothing but a disgusting fa-" the boys pushed me off harshly, but before I could fall to the floor, I ended up caught in the leathered hand of a... Deveroux twin?! Oh no... the worse one.

"David," he sarcastically greets one of the bullies, "Did you just throw a person at me?"

"J-Jade..." the boys immediately stepped back. Jade noticed me terrified in his arms and that clearbook in David's hands that clearly don't belong to them. They never study, why would they have a clearbook?

"What's your name, nerd?" Jade glares me, still gripping my arm. My bangs are covering my eyes, but they could still be wide with fear.

"L-Lian... Miller..." (ref: Hu Yetao)

"Lian Miller. I normally wouldn't care about you bullying a nerd. Hell," Jade clutched me so harshly I gasp, "I'll bully this one myself. But I really don't like seeing your faces, it reminds me of the sad little pancakes your crackhead mom bakes. You turn a gay man straight with those cargo pants."

Wait, pft! My pain turned to amusement as I laugh at what he said. But Jade glared at me, and my smile slid off my face.

"Don't laugh, nerd! You're wearing skinny jeans, you're worse than them," Jade glared at me, which made me avoid his gaze. "Give me his clearbook, David."

"H-here, man... we good?" David hands Jade the book with trembling hands, rightfully so, because this was one of the only time Jade smiles. And when he smiles, someone's about to cry.

Whoa! He grabs the clearbook and spins it until the edge lands on David's neck, hurting him. Without taking a hand off me, Jade uses his long legs to knee a guy right in the crotch before slapping the clearbook across his head.

What the HELL. Two down, and the others didn't want to join them, so they ran for their life. Jade finally releases me and hands me my book.

"Don't get used to this, nerd. I only did it because David snitched on my weed. Consider this a lucky day and just transfer schools."

He left after spitting on one of the two left on the floor. Disgusting... but he did save me from David. While him and his friend are groaning on the floor, I did a quick kick to David's ribs—a bit weak, but something I'm still proud about as I ran off, giggling.

I was hired to shoot a wedding; a grand celebration held in a beautiful, spacious hall with sparkling chandeliers and elegant decorations.

Rich guests arrived in fancy cars, dressed in their best clothes, and the couple looked stunning in their luxurious outfits.

The ceremony was filled with heartfelt vows, and the reception featured delicious food, live music, and lots of dancing.

I was shooting people upon request, when I noticed a familiar blonde in the corner of my lens. Oh my god, is that...? Jonah Deveroux? Gosh, his table is not in my assigned zone so I didn't notice him.

While I snapped photos of the guests, I couldn't help but notice Jonah. His beauty stopped me in my tracks, especially since he's wearing make up and a dashing suit. Knowing I'll earn a sh*t ton if I sell his pictures, I started taking pictures of him all night without even thinking.

He's going to the terrace. I had to follow him. "Elsa, can you take my zone? I got a lot of tips from the tables there, you can get your cut."

"Sure thing, Lian..."

I follow Jonah to the terrace where I instantly hid because I realize he wasn't alone.

"... we need to talk," says a female voice.

Jonah says, "Sure, what's going on?"

"I've heard some things, Jonah. I know you're not who I thought you were. I know you're gay." I gasp, putting down my camera.

"What? Where in hell did you pull that out from, Cathy?" I wonder, is she his girlfriend?

"I can't do this anymore. I trusted you, but your browser history, your tabs! You don't sleep with me anymore, and I found the reason why. You're disgusting!"

"I never cheated on you with a man, Cathy. Or with anyone. I'm just—it's hard to explain, just—!"

"It's simple, Jonah. I can't be with someone who doesn't even like me. We're done!" She walked away from him, but unfortunately exited towards me and because Jonah was watching her leave, he spotted me with a camera on my hand.

The handsome blonde walked to me angrily, snatching my camera. "Did you just—!"

"I didn't record you! I swear!" I exclaim. "Please give it back—!"

"But you overheard!" He accused, which I can't deny. I don't like lying, I could do with not telling the truth through silence, but I don't like telling lies.

When I couldn't answer, he looked down on me before scanning me from head to toe. I spoke up, "I know you're angry... you're normally nice, but that happened so... I understand why you're angry at me. But that camera is the only way I can get paid, please don't do anything bad to it..."

"I'm normally nice? Do you even know me? If anyone finds out about this, I will be ruined. You don't know me!"

"I'm uhh... I go to the same school." I have to convince him I'm not an enemy or anything, my work will be ruined if he destroys my camera! "I'm gay, too. So I know how it feels... I'd never expose you to anyone, I swear... I also..."

His gaze softened, back to the Jonah most commonly known. This guy is always nice to his fans, always charming. I just caught him at a bad time. The camera is lowered to his side, but I was too scared to take it.

"What's your name?" He asks, tilting his head as if trying to see through my hair.

"Lian?" I tilt my head as well, making him crack a smile. Thankfully, he handed me back my camera.

"I don't think I'm gay," Jonah mumbles. "I'm just... curious. I don't feel attracted to women's bodies anymore, so I tried searching up men. So far, nothing either. So I don't know if I'm really gay."

"That sucks," I chuckle, pushing my hair up with my hand to look at the photos I've taken, confirming that none of it was Jonah in the terrace. "But being curious is natural. Maybe you just need the touch of a man to confirm."

Jonah tilts his head again, looking at my exposed eyes with furrowed brows as if trying to figure me out. "I guess so, Lian."

"Lian. You're a guy, and gay. Would you let me touch you?"

"Excuse me—?!" Shhh! Says the librarian. I hide my flustered face with my books. "Excuse me?"

"You're right, I'm very curious. I'm dying to know if I'm really gay or not. Please help me, I'll pay you!"

"I'm not sleeping with you!" I whisper-yell.

"No, just... just let me explore, I won't touch you down there or kiss you anywhere. Just... let me make sure I'm not disgusted by the touch of a man."

I look at him weirdly, but put down the book since... "You'll pay?"

I don't know why—or maybe I do, I'm just acting dumb.

But I end up in the school clinic with Jonah, covering us with curtains as he sat cross legged across me while I sat on my ankles, knees together.

The school nurse is teaching biology class right now, so we have an hour alone unless some students get broken bones.

I clarify, "No privates, and no kissing please..."

"Why not?" I burn up at his question, especially when he smiled at me, followed by, "The kissing, I mean."

Gosh, he's handsome. But there's no way someone like Jonah Deveroux would date an ugly commoner like me, so I'll try to keep this professional. "Because I don't want to. That's all that matters."

"Alright..." Jonah reached towards me, and I obviously tense up when his hand got close.

He touched my neck at first, making me exhale shakily.

His hands are warm—I didn't expect it to be so calloused. Someone as rich as him should be moisturized and smooth. But no, he has the hands of a man. The nose and eyes, too.

Thank goodness my eyes are covered, or else he'll notice I'm staring at—

His hand went to my forehead and lifted my bangs. I'm left to stare at him with my small mono-lids staring right into his lips, which then dart up to his eyes in shame. He was smiling at me with teeth this time.

"You have really pretty eyes. You shouldn't hide them."

He removed his hand from my forehead to touch my ears, which tickled, and made me a bit red in the face.

But I bit my lips as he went back to my neck, caressing the neckline and collarbone.

It's making my heart beat faster, my breath slower. I think he noticed; but it's not him, it's because I'm being touched by my preferred gender, it's that simple. I don't like Jonah Deveroux.

"Hmm... I like these," he says while touching my collarbone, before going down my clothed arm and to my hands. "Wow..."

It's too much. His eyes, his hands... the way he's looking at me...

"Are you sure you're gay now?" I quickly ask him, begging to cut this short.

But Jonah played with my fingers as he smirks, "I'm still not sure. Can we kiss?"

I tear my hand away from him. "No. We found out you like collarbones. Both men and women have them, have you considered being bisexual? I think we're done here, then. I'm sorry, I have to go to class. I'm a senior, so..."

I didn't wait for his reply. I didn't even take any money, I just left the bed. I don't like how those blue eyes stuck on me for a long while. I left, but I looked back to see him smiling at me. "I'll see you around, Lian. Show off those collarbones more."

With a blush up my neck, I exit the library. However, my eyes went wide when I saw Jade leaning against the doorway, seemingly waiting for his twin. When he saw me, he smirked with those smoked blue eyes. But I ran away before he could say anything.