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I shake my head. "And you still stayed in the club and left. No wonder Asher and Gareth were mad at you."
He shrugs, grinning. "Ah, well. Besides, you know all about rebellion, don't you?"
Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms stubbornly. "It's not the same."
"It's exactly the same. Just because you're not riding the bike, doesn't mean you aren't doing the exact same."
I glare at him. "You rebelled for the hell of it, I did it because I was neglected and shoved aside like an after thought. We are not the same, Zayn."
Zayn hums thoughtfully. "We're exactly the same, Rylee. You and I were cut from the same cloth. It feels good being free, doesn't it? Not being restricted to what's expected of us."
I don't say anything, and he smiles, knowing he's right.
I'm mad that he is categorizing us, but silently, I agree. We are alike, and that means I'm similar to Blake too. The thought of the other twin stirs something in me.
"Why does Blake hate me so much?"
Zayn looks at me confused. "Hate you? Blake doesn't hate you."
I scoff. "Sure he doesn't. He treats me like trash and he's voiced his opinions of me."
"That's just how Blake is. He's protective of everyone. Even though we aren't Asher's favorite people, Blake still cares about him. But obviously he cares about you too."
"Who?" I demand, not sure who we are talking about anymore.
Zayn smiles. "Both of them. But specifically, Blake. He wouldn't have gotten involved in the fight, if he didn't care."
"So he would have just watched a woman get beaten up?"
He shakes his head. "No, he wouldn't. He would have stepped in and stopped it. Butdifferently. The way he told the story to me, he protected you."
"Bullshit," I murmur.
Zayn gets up, walking over to the chaise. "Believe what you want, Ry. But it's true. And look at Asher. That idiot is head over heels for you."
I clench my jaw, looking away. "Well, he fucked up. And he can't ever fix it."
"I agree," he says, surprising me. I look at him, my stomach turning as he leans over, forcing me back onto my hands. He puts his next to my body on the chaise, hovering over me.
"You agree?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
Zayn nods, his eyes drifting to my lips before moving back to my eyes. "He fucked up a good thing."
I don't say anything, frozen in place as I hold his gaze.
He lifts a hand, trailing his finger along the side of my neck. I resist the urge to shiver, holding strong.
"Who did this to you?" he asks, amused.
I frown in confusion, before my mouth opens slightly as I remember the hickey on my neck.
"No one," I say.
Zayn suddenly grabs my throat gently, squeezing it. "Lies have consequences, remember?"
My body responds to his touch, as I tilt my head back and gaze up at him. His fingers press down softly on my throat. "Should we try that again?" he asks, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine but not kissing me.
"Asher," I breathe out, watching him for a reaction.
