Dalton and Zeke were happy to stand back and watch.

“Hey!” I yelled at Taylor’s crew. “Make them stop!”

Dalton crossed his arms and shook his head. “I’m not jumping in between two Maddox brothers. I want to live.”

A crowd began to form around us, and Darren rushed over. When recognition hit, a similar resignation softened his face.

“Darren!” I yelled. “Do your job!”

Darren’s eyebrows shot up. “Have you seen these two fight?”

I shook my head.

“I have. They’ll quit when they quit.”

“When will that be?” I asked, not sure who was punching whom.

“All right! All right! You’re gonna get us arrested, fuck nugget!”

The brothers stood up, bloody, their shirts ripped. I tried to remember what Tyler was wearing when I’d first seen him. I couldn’t. They were both wearing T-shirts, one white and one blue. As they stood in front of me, I couldn’t tell which one was my friend and which one I’d just kissed. It was unsettling.

I pushed past them, making my way to the exit.

“Falyn!”

A hand cupped my shoulder and whirled me around. There he was, my friend Taylor, in a blue T-shirt with red droplets around his collar and a split lip.

I sighed, touching a place near his eye that looked like carpet burn. “You okay?”

“Yes, I—”

“Awesome. I’m going home.”

Taylor followed me outside, interrupting my getaway just a few feet away from the door. “Falyn, whoa. Stop!”

Reluctantly, I stopped.

“I’m sorry, okay? I had no idea that was going to happen.”

I crossed my arms. “You have an identical twin brother. How was I supposed to know? You even have the same tattoos!”

“I told you that!”

“But you didn’t tell me you also had the same face!”

His shoulders fell. “I know. I should have told you. If I’d known you were coming, I would have given you a heads-up, but …”

“But what?”

“The twins thing. It’s so stupid, and it’s worse for us because we look so much alike. He’s just my brother. We’re not the same person. But when we’re together, it’s like we’re starring in a freak show.”

“Whatever. I’m going home.”

“Falyn.” When I didn’t stop or turn around, he caught me by the wrist and pulled me against him. “Falyn.”

I looked up at him. His features were so severe that they might even be frightening if I didn’t know him better.

“It really fucking bothers me that my brother kissed you before I did.”

“What makes you think I would ever let you kiss me?”

“You let Tyler kiss you.” His expression softened. “You thought he was me, didn’t you?”

I pulled away from him and crossed my arms, pissed that he was right.

“So … do you still want me to kiss you?”