Billie POV
I couldn't sleep as I stared at the piece of paper that had brought me so much happiness. All my worries were swept away, and I felt like a huge boulder had been lifted off my shoulders. Whoever this person was, they surely had to be my guardian angel. I looked at the number written beneath the letter. There was one thing I hadn’t shared with my mom, dad, or Blake—I knew it was a website, but I couldn’t tell them for fear of tearing the paper. The number was written backward, but I quickly figured it out. I took out my phone and punched in the numbers. At first, it rang for a minute before redirecting me to a voicemail. “Hey there, angel! I knew you would call me,” the voice said. I froze. What the hell was this? He knew I was going to call him! That meant he must have had this number just for me; a blush crept over my cheeks. I knew no one was around, but I still tried to hide it. The sweet, husky voice that made my heart skip a beat spoke again: “How was your letter? I hope your mom received it and you read it in front of your dad and your skeptical sister. I’m glad you did! You don’t need to be amazed at how I know all this; I just have experience. Anyway, it’s wonderful to see that great smile on your face, and I would like to talk to you further. I will send you a website—make sure to sign in, and then we can chat.” I quickly raced to the other side of the room to grab a pen and paper. I was just too happy. How could someone I didn't know know this much about me? He knew I wasn’t at home and that he sent the letter to my mom. He also knew I was going to read it to my twin and my dad, and how shocked my sister would be when she heard the letter. He had it all timed perfectly. I didn't know what to call him. “Okay, I see you have your pen and paper. Now, let’s calm down. The address is ‘guardian@website.com.’ Make sure to sign in immediately.” With that, the voicemail ended, and I tried calling the number again, but it had already been blocked, or something like that. I quickly scrolled through my laptop and entered the website. It loaded quickly, displaying a green background. It wasn’t like any website I had seen; it had just a home button and a "chat me" option. It seemed like I was the only one on the website, which meant he had only created it for me—not just because he was helping me, but for something more… A message popped up on the screen as I finished signing up. “Nice to meet you, Billie. I'm waiting to get to know you better,” it read. I smiled. “Nice to meet you too…” I hesitated, not knowing what to call him. Should I call him “MN” or something else? But I decided to give him my own name, even though he told me to call him MN. “Guardian angel, it’s a pleasure,” I typed. An emoji appeared on the screen. “You gave me a name I am thankful for. Anyway, I would like to introduce myself, but I want to remain anonymous for some reason, so I’d like you to go on and tell me about yourself.” Why would he want to hide his identity? What was he planning? Anyway, I tapped on the bottom, guessing I would just have to keep typing if I wanted to get to know him. “My name is Billie; you already know me. I also have a twin called Blake. You already know that...” I didn't know what else to type; he knew so much already… “Glad to know that, Billie. For now, I’ll introduce a little about myself. I am M.N., a student just like you and an explorer.” I smiled—a student, an explorer. He was playing hard to get. But before I could type any further, a new message appeared. “It’s nice talking to you, Billie. I think it’s time for you to go to bed and have an early night’s sleep. I will also be getting some sleep. Meet me on the website at eight o'clock tomorrow, and we will take this slowly. Bye.” “Bye,” I typed and sent. The message was replied to with a love emoji. I went offline, shut down my laptop, and went to bed. It took me an hour to drop the letter on the table. It felt like a dream, but then I drifted off, enjoying the sweet breeze of early December. I just hoped every day would be like this—people to love me and care. **Third Person POV** I stood outside the car, looking at the faint movement in the lighted room on the top floor. I pressed on my laptop, smiling at the same time. She is happy, I could feel it, and I am glad I did what I did. The air was getting too much, and I couldn't handle it all. I typed a goodnight message, and she replied. I sent her a love emoji and went offline. Of course, I wanted to tell her who I was, but if I did, it would spoil the fun I was going to have, and it would only make her relentless. I want to do something for her—something that would make her feel special—but I plan to take it at a slow pace. As the light went out in the room, I mouthed, “Goodnight, my angel,” as the darkness enveloped the night. **Billie’s POV** “What?” Ann yelled, but she stopped as people passed by and stared at her, giving her the “What are you doing with the elephant?” stare. They shook their heads and went on their way. Ann clutched my hands. “I can't believe it, Billie. You mean some random guy—someone who knew so much about you—sent you a postcard intentionally saying that you are beautiful and made you read it in front of Blake to make her mad?” I nodded. “He did it on purpose.” Ann smiled. “What do you call him, MN?” I blushed. “I named him.” She looked at me, shocked. “What name did you give him?” I was about to tell her when we heard a yell from the other end of the locker area. A crowd of students had gathered, all staring at something. I was ready to ignore it, but then I recognized the voice. It was Blake. “You freak” she yelled slamming her hand in the locker of John as he was just about to open it. “I knew you would do this, I knew you can't be trusted. How dare you go at my back and write her a letter pretending to be MN or whatever. You bitch” John stared at her confused. “ What do you mean? Wrote a letter to who?” Blake fumed the more. “Don't act like you know nothing you dumbass. You wrote a letter to Billie telling her she is the most beautiful girl in the world and even better than me, you betrayed me” John's eyes lighted so the students as they gazed at me. Ann held my hand as Blake stormed out of the passage, Alisha and Sofia going after her calling her back. John turns to face me his eyes blazing with anger that it could swallow her up. He locked his locker and began walking towards me and Ann. I knew from the look that he was angry and I was in shit.**John’s POV** I stood by my locker, peering at a group of girls chatting on the other side of the hall. I knew a few of them from hanging out with Blake, but she was nowhere to be seen. Her best friend, Alisha, was missing too. What could possibly be going on? Blake was usually here by now; she was always surrounded by some group of girls—she was the popular one. Girls like her were always making new friends, unlike her sister. I glanced over at Billie, who was busy muttering to her only friend, Ann. They seemed to be happily chatting, and Billie was blushing the entire time. What could possibly be making her so happy? And why was she blushing? This was a new development. I had never seen her laugh like this before. Since Ann became her friend, Billie didn’t seem the same. She used to be the gloomy one, always sulking. People didn’t really like her, and I didn't either; I just used her to get good grades in English class. Now that I no longer needed her help, our connection had f
**Ann's POV** It had been three hours, and I still hadn’t found her. “Billie!” I called out, hoping to locate her soon. I checked the classroom, the lab, and the cafeteria, but she was nowhere to be found. Had she gone home? I wondered. But it couldn’t be. Billie wasn’t the type to leave school at this time. I started to think about what John might have said to her. I just hope she’s okay. I truly do. She means more to me than just a friend; she's practically a sister. Even though I was approached by many girls who wanted me to stop befriending Billie, I declined. They even said they wouldn’t hang out with me because of her, but I didn’t care. To me, Billie was special. I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt protective over her, especially since John broke her heart and her sister betrayed her. She’s been living a tough life. Billie is truly strong, and I’ve always admired her. I often wonder how long she had to endure everything on her own before she met me. I’m just gratef
Nate POV This morning was something I had dreaded for a while. As soon as my brother parked outside the school and I stepped out of the car, all eyes turned to me. They couldn’t deny my charm, could they? I was tall—six feet, not three (just kidding)—and muscular, with wavy hair that I brushed back, covering most of my neck. Although my hair was long, I had it cut before coming to this school. I had blue eyes like my mom and a pointed nose that seemed to drive all the girls crazy. This wasn’t my first time at a new school; it felt more like my hundredth. I had just moved from California to this small town after my dad passed away. My mom returned to her hometown to settle down, as many widows do. She refused to remarry and decided to focus on raising us. Although we weren’t kids anymore, she still treated us like we were, and I loved it that way. I was the charming, handsome boy of the family, while my sister was the "witch," as I affectionately called her. “Hey, boy!” Zack called
Billie pov “No,” I said. Ann threw a hard glance at me, and I smiled. She shook her head, disappointed. The new boy looked confused for a moment, and then he smiled at me as if he understood my intention. It seemed like he was smiling at me. I hid my eyes and faced my parents and Mr. Rogers. And The memory earlier came playing in my Head. I raced out of the room where I had been earlier with John. My heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces. I knew it was a lie; it wasn’t a prank. John was lying, and I could see it. But I didn’t know what to think. Why is my life such a mess? I can’t tolerate it anymore. How could MN be someone who knew John? I thought it was a prank, a bet. I dashed into one of the toilets and broke down. I hadn’t cried like this before. I didn’t know what to do now; I just needed some time alone. My life had always been difficult, and just when I started to have hope with M.N., I was thrown back again. Of course, how could someone like me be l
Billie pov I lay on my bed, unable to sleep after everything that had happened. A slow smile crept across my face as I remembered our drive home. The drive with Nate and Ann was something I hadn’t expected from the new guy. He seemed genuinely kind and, of course, jovial. He had volunteered to drive us home and borrowed his brother's car, who had come to visit him. Nate had been ranting non-stop for what felt like an hour, which put Ann on edge. She hated how he was trying to be nice, even though she resented him; after all, she had been in the same position as him. But after he saved me from Blake, she had formed a good impression of him. “Hey, girls, aren’t you some item?” he joked as he turned onto the bumpy road. Ann smirked. I hardly ever saw her smirk, but I noticed it now as she shot an angry look at Nate. “What do you mean by 'an item'?” she asked, her voice sharper than usual. “I mean, you act like her sister even though you’re not, while her sister acts like her rival.
Blake POV I strode back into the corridor, Mom and Dad behind me as they spoke to Mr. Rogers. Billie had left with her friend and the new boy. I couldn't stop wondering what she had done. How could she still defend me after I had done something horrible to her? The look on her face was one I had never seen before; she didn’t feel like the Billie I knew. She always acted weak and would seek help from anyone willing to offer it. What was she doing? I thought. She seemed like a different person, brave even. I hated the expression she had. How could she act so good after what happened? I always wanted her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to keep her distance because I didn’t want anyone to know she was my sister—my twin. It was embarrassing and depressing. I knew it hadn’t always been like this when we were kids. “The castle is almost finished!” small, chubby Billie chuckled as she molded the sandcastle with her delicate hands. I had to admit she was always good at art, while I was bus
Billie POV I slowly got up from bed as the alarm went off, ringing loudly enough to almost burst my eardrums. I reached out and pressed the button to silence it. I leaped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom for my early morning visit. After a few minutes, I came out only to hear something that nearly made me want to throw up. “Oh God, Ann, what are you doing here so early?” Mom's voice echoed from downstairs. My ears pricked up. I must be dreaming, I thought. “I came to pick Billie up for school. Since we have a project to work on today, I had to get her early,” Ann's cooing voice was instantly recognizable. What the hell is she doing here? I couldn't believe it. She had come to pick me up? The last time I checked, I didn't have any project with her. It was a blatant lie. Why was she here? I needed to find out. Mom's voice sounded again, and then I heard the front door creak open and close. I knew Ann had entered and that Mom was busy giving her directions to my room.
Billie POV "You have to look really good, Billie," Ann said as she tried on various outfits for me. I sat by the mirror, watching her select the clothes I was supposed to wear for my date. It was she who had made me wear that strange dress that caught everyone's attention. While I was cornered by John, Nate came to my rescue, but then he also went a bit crazy and asked me out on a date. I couldn’t believe it. How could I go on a date with the most handsome boy in our year? I felt a mix of emotions—half happy, half amazed, and also half sad. I knew I’d been on the girls' red list since the beginning, and now it seemed they had a real reason to disturb my peace. "I think this one suits you," Ann said, pulling me back from my thoughts as she held up a long pink dress with short sleeves. I recognized it right away; she had bought it for me the day we went shopping together. I shot her a concerned look, trying to make her feel guilty. "Ann, don't forget that you were against this date
John POV Billie. That was the name that came to mind as I looked at her. She dressed as if she didn’t care about anyone, and it was unlike her. Ever since Nate had rejected her in the locker room, she had changed completely, and it was starting to get on Blake’s nerves. I couldn’t intervene as Blake confronted her. I just stood there with my drink, surprised by how fiercely Billie responded to Blake. She walked off after Nate stopped Blake from hitting her.I sighed; it was her problem—she was just trying to get attention. “Dressing like that doesn’t change who she is,” a fresh-faced underclassman commented. Even though he had only been in school for a few weeks, he knew who Billie was and had joined in taunting her. Actually, that line was mine; I was the one supposed to be doing the bullying, not him. I turned to him. “Watch what you say, freshman,” I warned. He nodded, a look of fear spreading across his face. Blake walked up to my side, her face a picture of rage. “That Billie.
“Like I care,” I said as I walked away from Blake and Kane. It was just like her to stir up drama, and I didn’t have time for that.John kept staring at me from afar, looking confused, just like everyone else. I guess they were surprised by this new version of me; they expected me to be timid and unsure of myself. “Well, who is that gentleman?” Kane asked, glancing at Nate on the other side of the room. I smirked. “He's just someone I don't know.” “Well, you can tell me. He seems to care about you.” No, he didn’t care about me. He had abandoned me and mocked me when Blake and John showed up. He was just trying to play with my emotions. I didn’t expect anything from him anyway. It was painful to see him turn out like the rest of them. “No, he's not,” I said, taking a drink one of the students brought me. “Hi, Billie! Nice seeing you here,” a girl said. I nodded. “Thanks.” I took another sip while Kane looked at me, amazed. “Easy, don’t overdo it.” “I’m okay,” I replied. He smi
Nate POV What is Billie doing here? I thought she said she didn't like going to school parties. What the hell is happening.?. I thought as I saw a black-haired boy with her he was a few inches taller than her and he had small eyes. He had his hand around Billie as he walked her into the room. He looked like someone I had seen then Billie's friend walked in beside them. There I could see the resemblance they both shared. Though it was just a little you could tell that Ann and the boy who had his hand around Billie were connected. So I guess he pretended to be her partner and followed her. But what was all this Billie isn't like this, she declined the day I asked her but now she is walking in here another male having his hand around her. I shuddered. I wanted to go and talk to her to reason with her, I wanted to tell her why I said all those things a few days back, though it was long and I had never gone to her to meet her. But I felt guilty and now all I wanted was to go up to her a
Billie POV She is nothing to me, Nate had said. I slowly walked toward the cafeteria, only to find an anxious Ann waiting for me, her worried eyes searching my face. “What the hell happened, Billie? I saw John and Blake head in after you and Nate, and I was worried, but I just couldn't do anything,” she exclaimed. If it had been a minute earlier, she would have seen the tear stains on my face, but I had wiped them away on my way there. “It’s okay,” I said to Ann. But I knew that if I didn’t tell her what happened in the soccer changing room, things would only get worse. So, I shared everything with her as we walked back to class. I had refused to eat; not because I was angry, but simply because I didn’t feel like it. Ann looked at me with a shocked expression. “What the hell did Nate do?” she gritted her teeth. I knew she would be angry, and I figured it was best to tell her now so I could find a way to deal with it. I had known this from the start. I realized Nate would be like
Nate POV “No, I can’t, Billie. I can’t do that. You’re a precious person to me,” I said to her and yes she is, she might not know it but she is the one friend have liked since I came in here. Though it doesn't seem like it. “What do you mean, Nate?” she asked her eyes confused. But I had to say it now, whether it was going to hurt her it was the only way she could be free. I had been distant from Billie the entire morning and I hated myself for it. It was only the way for her not to be bullied. I had not spoken to her or even gone near her but now I just couldn't control myself as I had dragged her in her. I know she was also confused. About me being distant. But I had to and now I had to tell her. “Billie, I’m sorry for what I’m about to do… I—” Suddenly, the door opened, and John stepped in with Blake by his side, staring at us. Blake smiled mischievously. “So, what are you going to say, Nate? What are you hiding?” What the hell are they doing here? I thought. I didn't remem
Billie POV It had been two days since the website application. Ann had insisted that I sign in right away, as it was the only option. I didn’t want to, but she assured me this would be different. I had tried similar things in the past, only to find they were all scams. Despite my reluctance, Ann's reassurances gave me some hope. I asked her if she knew anyone who had successfully used the site, but she replied no, claiming she just felt confident it would work. “It’s going to work,” she said, and that was a bit overwhelming. She spent the entire day at my house, helping me take the pictures needed for the application. Most of her time was spent doing my hair and dressing me in clothes that felt awkward and out of place. Balek walked in on us at one point and mocked my appearance when she saw me in the big gown. That night, I barely slept as I kept checking the website. What made Ann feel so confident? I wondered as I browsed the site. All I saw were older men and women who looke
Ann POV “Oh no,” I muttered as I scrolled through my laptop, desperately looking for something to add to my science test. I had been scrolling for hours without finding anything useful. All I kept seeing were some ridiculous solutions that would definitely earn me an F if I wasn’t careful. I leaned back in my chair, wishing Billie were here. I sighed; if she were here, I knew she could solve this problem. She was a genius. A total genius, even though she didn't focus on science — I bet she could find the answer in a minute if she just took a quick look. I admired her intelligence; she’s incredibly smart and always seems to know the solution before anyone finishes asking the question. Unfortunately, John took advantage of her talent. He used her to get an A in English, and once he achieved that, he turned his back on her. He never really loved her. I wished I were just as brilliant as her — then I wouldn't be racking my brain over this stupid science test. At least there’s something
John POV I just can't stop wandering. Is that guy I mean Nate in love with Billie or he is just playing her just like I had done? It seems confusing. He is handsome every girl demanded him since he had arrived at our school just a few days ago, he had been somehow interested in Billie from the first day after he had saved her from Blake in the bathroom. He had been glued to her since then always at her side and every time I wished to knock the air off Billie and make her feel bad he was always there helping her out and always saying he was her friend Which isn't normal, a normal guy wouldn't be nice to Billie out of the blue. She is fat, with an ugly birthmark that makes her look ugly that she is herself. And she is somehow irritating as Blake said always eating nonstop and visiting the toilet many times. I just can't see why Nate is gluing to her. Except he wants something. Maybe he also heard how I had used her for my grade and dumped her, maybe he is also trying the same thing.
Billie POV Traveling to Grandma's place kept me under control. It was a holiday I thought would never happen. I found out that I was the only one Grandma had invited; she left Blake out of it. I know everyone is aware that Grandma has the least spot for Blake. She always says he takes after Daddy, especially when she first met him years ago the day he came home with my mom. He was arrogant and always looked down on people, though I hadn't seen Dad act that way myself. However, he usually sides with Blake whenever we fight, and I can't be shocked because Blake is his favorite, and looks like him. I knew I had to be gone for Christmas, but I couldn't stop thinking about leaving Ann alone, even though she said her parents would come to spend the holiday at her aunt's place. Still, she ranted about my trip to Grandma's when I told her. "It's just for a few weeks," I said. But she insisted on going with me, even though her parents were coming too. I had to turn her down. I needed to go