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The Twins: Part 10

Author: Nyxenite
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Carlos did what he said he would.

The very next day, the whispers began.

It started in the locker rooms, spilled down hallways, and wove itself into the murmurs exchanged between desks. Someone had heard it from someone who trusted someone who knew Carlos, and that someone said they'd heard something… unsettling in the back building showers.

At first, it was all a suggestion. Too vague. Too scandalous.

But then came the details. Too sharp to be dismissed. Two boys. A locker door. A moan. Names attached, so confidently spoken.

Paul and Pete.

The twins.

It split the campus like a blade.

Some didn’t believe it, but refused to. “They’re brothers,” a girl scoffed at lunch. “That’s disgusting. He’s just making it up.”

But others… others had seen too much. The way they walked too close, how they never seemed to mind boundaries. One’s shirt on the other. Whispers between them lingered longer than normal. The wa
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