Chapter 2: Trending

Raven POV

This can't be true.

He was familiar. Like real real familiar. Jett type of familiar.

Jett. The name feeling like a slap in the face.

He looked unrealistically like Jett. My Jett. My Alpha Crush. But it couldn't be him. Something was off.

Jett had a descent french crop hairstyle and not a jet-black curly-wavy mullet hairstyle. Nor did Jett have stormy-blue eyes.

He stood there. Unfazed. “Let me know when you're done entertaining yourself,” he said. And I could hear him now because I'd already shoved down my earpiece.

I snapped. Letting go of the bucket in my hand and dashed out of the dressing room. Still not In believe of what I just saw.

I try to say something, but the only word that came out was, “Lyra,” loudly, and luckily for me she was just at the doorway.

“What’s wrong Rav?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“You wouldn't believe what I just saw.” I panted. Hands grabbing her shoulder as I tried to breathe.

“C'mon Rav, I watch horror movies for fun... What's wrong?”

I took a deep breath in and started, telling her everything I just saw. Every details of it.

“Uhmmm...” she dragged. “Rav....I don't think the mysteriously handsome Jett-looking guy you just saw is actually Jett,” she motioned behind me with her eyes.

I turned, startled by the unfamiliar voice wrapped in a towel now.

“I'm Jace... Jace Grimviel.” he said, his expression still unfazed, like this whole thing didn't move him. “What's your name?”

I panicked. Still unable to wrap my head around it all... “Uhmm... I'm... Sorry.” I mumbled.

Every head in the hallway faced was at us now. Phones up. Cameras lit. And shutter sounds going up. Girls screaming a combination of "Wow" "Jace Grimviel" "OMGs."

I couldn't stand it. I wasn't a paparazzi type of girl so I did the only thing that came to my head.

Run.

And I did. Avoiding anything that seemed to look like Jett or Jace with his hawk sized dick for the rest of the day.

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The rest of the days flew by. And I tried distracting myself from everything. The Everfrost campus blog notifications. I*******m post beeps. But I couldn't.

It was all viral now. I was going viral. Pictures of me looking dazed at the towel Jace had strapped around him circulating in every Everfrost related account. Threads about how awesome Jace looked popping up with thousands of likes and comments.

I hated every bit of it. Not the attention entirely, I was a Journalism major. But the kind of attention it brought. My I***a account had grown from five thousand followers—comprising majorly those who were into journalism I'd been posting on my i***a and some of my friends from highschool—to thirteen thousand followers over a day and half.

And I was now known as the 'Jace towel girl'.

But something still felt off. Everfrost was a big university. So how could a picture of me and a random guy in towel be trending this much. And why did they all know his name.

Sitted in our sofa at home. Trying to solve the puzzle in my head. I picked up my phone and went straight to G****e.

J-A-C-E... G-R-I-M-V-I-E-L

I type on the search bar and clicked.

Various search results popped up. And I clicked the first. One from a www.atheletes.com.

For a second I fixated at the hugely decorated biography that looked less like one for a university student and more of a Nobel prize winning scientist.

Below his name, read:

"Hockey Player"

"Summit Ice Conference Cup Winner — Freshman Year."

"Elite Collegiate Hockey Union Cup Winner — Sophomore Year."

"Frontier Hockey Conference Cup Winner — Junior Year." And others.

My lips twitched and I smiled a little. He wasn't just devilishly handsome. He was a hockey player. A badass one at that.

I clicked on the i***a icon on the website. And I got redirected to his i***a account.

Holy Fuck. I almost screamed. At the sight of his two point four million followers. His i***a bio read: Hockey Alpha.

I hadn't just saw a naked hockey player. But popular one at that.

For minutes, I kept on strolling through his accounts. Clicking through pictures and videos of him.

My phone pinged. And the taste metal in hitted my tongue. Fuck I'd be biting my lips for a while now.

I swiped down. To see what the notification was. It wasn't another blog or i***a post. It was a text from Lyra.

Lyra: "OMG Rav, you're blowing up on i***a"

I smiled. Feeling like I could hear her scream from the text. She was a social media freak and she was good at it.

"Yeah, I saw it... Sad it was because of a total stranger." I texted back.

Lyra: "Wdym stranger? That's Jace Grimviel for God's sake.” her text came in immediately.

"I know... Saw his i***a account" I replied.

Lyra: "No you don't... Rav"

I scoffed, Lyra had a way of obsessing over things. But this time it felt different. Like she was obsessing over it for a good reason.

"Nvm.. but why does he look soo like Jett?" I text back after a few seconds.

Her text doesn't come in immediately. But I stare at the three dots bubbling. She was typing.

Lyra: "Oh you slowhead... That's Jace Grimviel.. Grimvielllllll... Jett Grimviel’s fucking twin brother, Rav.”

I chocked of air. My chest tingling. This can't be. Jett has a brother? A twin brother?

I'd be close friends with Jett for seven years now, how could he not have mentioned having a brother not to talk of a twin to me.

That's why he looks just like Jett. That's why his name sounded familiar.

My body tensed with anger. The realization that I'd just be deceiving myself thinking Jett took our friendship as important as I did felt like a punch to the stomach.

I'd be by his side since he was fifteen. Been there through his lows and highs. Been there through his breakups. Been there thinking he'd one day look at me. See that I love him. And what do I get? Nothing, than just being his shoulder to cry on.

I scrambled to reply, but I couldn't. Every part of was raging. Anger sprawling up my spine.

I hated myself for thinking Jett and I could have worked, but what I hated more, was how my body could be easily turned on by his twin—his naked twin.