Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Kissed the Wrong Navy Twin: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

HAZEL“Hazel, you need to hear this, I just saw Danny. And he wasn’t alone.”My feet froze mid‑turn. One hand still resting on the barre, the other clutching the phone, my heart gave a hard, sudden thud.“What? What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even as a cold feeling started spreading through my chest.“I was driving past Main Street Diner on my way home,” she said quickly, like she didn’t want to waste a second. “He was sitting in the booth by the window. Wearing his varsity jacket, same one he wore to the game last week. And Hazel… there were two girls with him. One had her head on his shoulder, the other was laughing so loud you could probably hear it from the sidewalk. He had his arm around the first one.”The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I leaned harder against the wood, my legs suddenly feeling weak.“Are you sure it was him?” I asked, though deep down I already knew. Lina had known Danny as long as I had — she wouldn’t mistake h

HAZELI stood outside Danny’s apartment building early the next evening, my bag slung over one shoulder and my mind made up. I wasn’t here to smile and pretend everything was fine. I had questions about the two hours of waiting, about Miles showing up instead of him, about the diner Lina had seen him at, about all the little lies and half‑truths that had been piling up for weeks. I rehearsed every line in my head, ready to be firm, ready to hear the truth no matter how hard it was.But the second he opened the door, all that preparation felt like it slipped right through my fingers.“Hey, there you are!” Danny said, grinning wide and easy, like he hadn’t broken a promise or disappeared for hours the night before. He pulled me inside and shut the door behind us, wrapping an arm around my shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I was just thinking about you. Come in, I ordered your favorite, lemon pasta and that strawberry soda you like. Figured you’d be hungry a

HAZELI left the studio later that day still shaken, trying to push Miles’ words and that almost‑kiss to the back of my mind. I told myself over and over that I was being unfair, that I was letting confusion twist my judgment. After all, Danny was the one I’d chosen years ago, the one I’d built so many memories with. I made a firm promise to myself: I would stop looking for problems. I would trust him, just like I always had.So when he texted asking me to come over to his apartment that evening, I went with every intention of leaving doubts behind. The door was unlocked as usual, and I stepped inside quietly, thinking I’d surprise him. But as I walked down the short hallway toward the living room, I heard his voice — low, soft, and far too intimate.I froze just out of sight, my hand resting on the wall.“…you know I only have eyes for you, baby,” he murmured into the phone. “Hazel’s just… complicated right now, with the competition and all. She needs space, and I’m just giving

HAZEL“You think you know someone — until you realize you only saw what they wanted you to see.”Lina found me outside the studio before practice even started. She looked upset, like she’d been holding something in for days, and didn’t waste any time pulling me aside near the benches.“I didn’t want to say anything,” she started, voice quiet and tight. “I didn’t want to be the one to break it. But I can’t let you keep looking like this — like you’re still waiting for him to be the boy you thought he was.”She pulled out her phone and handed it to me.There were photos — Danny at the diner, the same one I’d heard about. Not just once. Dates going back months. Him sitting close to Chloe, handing her things, laughing like he used to laugh only with me. There were texts too — messages where he told her he’d be “done with the drama soon,” that I was “too busy with ballet to notice anyway,” that they had all the time in the world.Months. This wasn’t something new. This wasn’t one mista

HAZELI thought I’d get one quiet day to breathe. To stretch, to focus, to remember what it felt like to just be Hazel, not Hazel caught between lies and brothers. But the studio door slammed open so hard the mirrors rattled, and I knew that small peace was gone.Danny stormed in, face red, hands clenched at his sides. He didn’t care that half the other dancers were there, that Ms. Bennett was standing by the piano, that everyone turned to stare. He didn’t care about anything but making a scene.“So this is where you hide!” he shouted, voice bouncing off the high ceilings. “Where you sneak off to meet him when you think no one’s looking!”I froze near the barre, my leg still propped up, my water bottle slipping from my hand. It hit the floor and rolled away, but I couldn’t move to pick it up.“Danny, get out,” I said, quiet but clear. “You don’t belong here.”“Not belong?” He laughed, sharp and cruel, stepping closer so everyone could hear every word. “I belong here more than y