All Chapters of Tempting The Twins: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mila’s POVPrincess and Paris suddenly grabbed my arms, yanked me backwards, and snapped me right out of my daze with Axel. Down on the field, his teammates were still piling on top of him, chanting his name. My friends had their attention elsewhere. They were screaming at the top of their lungs, jumping up and down. Paris and Princess pulled me into a circle, and we were all just bouncing, laughing, and spinning around. We were like middle schoolers with how excitedly we were cheering and giggling."We won! Oh my god, we actually won!" Princess shrieked, her arms wrapped around both of us in a tight bear hug.Over Paris's shoulder, I spotted Tiffany on the track. Her face was bright red, her fists clenched at her sides. She was practically fuming. Without a word, she spun around and stormed off the field, her cheer squad trailing behind her. Maybe she was queen bee. Who was I kidding? She was definitely queen bee!As the celebrations started to s

Axel’s povI noticed the exact moment Mila walked out on us.One second she was standing there beside me, her eyes wide and conflicted after our hug, and the next, she was backing away into the crowd. My eyes followed my jersey top and dark hair, tracking her through the sea of screaming students and parents until she got completely swallowed up by the crowd."Axel, are you even listening to me?" Carol laughed, clapping her hands together in front of my face. She was practically glowing with pride. "That last play! The way you swept around the defense was just pure genius!""Unbelievable work, son," Mila's dad added, clapping my shoulder. He looked around the noisy field, his brows furrowing. "Wait, where’s Mila?"Carol blinked, craning her neck to look around. "She was just here...""She probably went to meet up with Paris and Princess," I interjected quickly, my voice sounding steadier than I felt on the inside. I was worried a

Mila’s POV"Mila, stop lying to us," Paris said, dropping his backpack onto the cafeteria table with a loud thud. He leaned across the table, his sharp green eyes narrowing at me. "You have a cut on your lip, and while the bruises on your arms are faded, I can clearly tell they were bad. So, what the hell happened?"Princess sat down beside him, her brow furrowed in genuine concern. "Yeah, Mila. You looked fine when you were with us at the game on Friday, and then you show up to school on Monday looking like you got into a street fight."My heart skipped a beat, with my pulse quickening. I quickly pulled the sleeves of my oversized sweater down over my wrists, tucking my legs under the seat. I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible. “I slipped and fell on Friday at the game," I lied, forcing a small smile on my face. "It was during the celebrations. I was in the crowd, and things got really crazy down there. You saw it.” I pointed at them. “And then

Tiffany’s POVThere was a fundamental truth in every standard high school: some people were simply born to rule, and others were born to watch from the sidelines. For as long as I could remember, Axel and I were the undisputed royalty of this school. We were the undisputed prom king and queen. I mean, who was more deserving? We were the most perfect pair—the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader. It was an iconic match made in heaven, a fairytale everyone else could only dream of having.Which was why this ridiculous silent treatment from him made zero sense.He was just confused. That was the only logical explanation. He was stressed about the upcoming championship games, and that pathetic, attention-seeking step-sister of his had completely manipulated the entire situation after the game to turn him against me. But I knew Axel. I knew him better than anyone. He was just acting out, and it was up to me to show him that we belonged together

Mila’s POVI walked into the house with my mind still stuck on Axel. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said at dinner the night before, or how everyone at school was talking about his breakup like it wasn’t about real people hurting.I headed straight upstairs to my room, showered, and threw on an oversized tee and shorts. Standing in front of the mirror, I picked up my hairbrush and ran it through my hair once, twice. Then I picked up my lip gloss, applied it to my lips, and even reached for my mascara.I froze, staring at my reflection.What are you doing, Mila? I thought, shaking my head at myself. I put the tube back down and walked out into the hallway.I stopped right outside Axel’s door, raising my hand to knock. Before my knuckles could hit the wood, the door swung open, startling me so bad I took a step back."How did you—""I can smell you," he said simply