Trapped

"It's really cold out here" I tell Molly though I'm wearing my favorite purple hoodie. The fur inside makes me extra warm but I don't tell here that. All I really wanna do is go inside and hope that he doesn't spot me through his window. Molly gives me a knowing look and turns back to the field of snow that is our lawn.

I guess that's what we get for sneaking out. We might be twins but we are nothing alike except when it comes to parties, senior parties.

The party that changed everything. In the far left corner of my eye, I see his blinds move indicating that he is watching us.

Mom calls us in for dinner and as I turn to leave, I can't shake the feeling that he is watching us, me in particular.

I still think about him on the way on my way to the bathing room.