Declan's POV continued...

Truth to be told, I really was going crazy. I looked through each paper in the parcel and sure enough, all of them belonged to Jean Harriet Maryland.

My mind was torn between accepting the fact that I was crazy and hallucinating or I was just in shock and couldn't read properly. I looked at the papers, one by one, hoping that by some miracle, I had misread. But I hadn't.

My head was all over the place as I worked. Mr. Maryland - or Nathan as he preferred to be called although I'd never do that - noticed. He kept sending me sympathetic glances once in a while but didn't push it. What a nice man! How did he end up having a daughter like her? Mutations maybe?

As my shift was almost ending, Mr. Maryland finally cornered me.
"Son," he started. That was something he liked call me more often. I hated it at first but the more he said it, the more I got used to it. Precisely because nobody called me that before. "You look out of it today. What is the problem?"

"Sir-"

"It's Nathan," he cut me off. "Are you having problems with university? I have two daughters at University. I bet I could be of some help."

I gave him a tight-lipped smile.
"It's really okay- wait, did you say you have two daughters at university?"

"Yes!" He answered enthusiastically. "My other daughter doesn't live with me. And maybe that's a good thing because I'm sure I'd be struggling."

I highly doubted that but I asked anyway. "Why?"

"For starters, I can't tell them apart. Most of the time," he said with a laugh. "The other day when Jean was reporting for university, she cut her hair short and I almost mistook her for Jenna."

Jenna? Jenna Maryland? Jenna Hilder Maryland?

"Yes! Do you know Jenna?" He asked. I didn't realize I said it out loud

Know her? Dear Lord, who could forget Jenna Hilder? She didn't go by Maryland. She even hated it. Most people thought that her last name was Hilder. I only knew about it because I saw her driving permit once. She never once talked about the possibility of having a twin sister.

A memory from the bonfire made it's way to my already busy brain. "Well, one thing you don't know about Maryland is that she has an identical twin sister. They look exactly the same. You wouldn't distinguish them." Alice had said it. And I had called it bullshit.

"I..." No words came out. My mouth was already dry from thinking about Jenna. The little saliva tasted bitter on swallowing. My heartbeat accelerated.

"You must have heard Jean talk about her, huh?" Mr. Maryland went on, not noticing my dilemma. He was smiling. But I betted he wasn't going to be smiling when he found out that I was giving my shit to the wrong person. His daughter who'd clearly done nothing to me and was instead facing my wrath. Why again did I never think through anything? "She is at university in the city. If you're still around during holidays, she might come around."

No, I wasn't going to be there. I wanted to disappear.

"I'd like to go now," I replied instead. If I didn't, I was going to cry. Or do something worse - like confess my sins to my boss who held the power to fire me and then I'd have no money to pay my therapist. I handed him the parcel. "These are Maryland's assignments. Alice gave them to me."

"Thank you, Declan. I'm sure Jean will be happy that you brought them."

Nope. I didn't think so.

The said person was standing outside the printery. She was on phone, a black shawl wrapped around her. She hang up just as I was exiting and turned to face me.

It was like time slowed down. I could see her face clearly. Her brown eyes stared right back at me and then it hit me that Jenna's eyes weren't that shade of brown. I'd know because I stared into them for years. They had little green specks in bright light, Jean's didn't.
Jean raised her eyebrows at me. It hit me that Jenna never raised both her eyebrows at me before, just the left one. I'd fought her to teach me the trick and she never did.

Why had I never noticed all the differences? Oh, because I was busy being paranoid!

It always surprised me that Jenna was in biochem. She was a performing arts kind of person. She kept social media and had thousands of followers. She was on social media since she was a kid - she even used Vine and Musical.ly.
Why did I never question it? Ah. I was busy hating on the wrong twin.

Would it have been easier had I known that Jenna had a twin? Probably. I'd have avoided her. Did it matter anymore? Absolutely not.

"What do you want?" Jean snapped after I averted my eyes. "You wanna rub it in my face how my dad fired thanks to you and your mouth that can't seem to find commas and fullstops?"

"No-"

"Screw you, Declan. It doesn't matter if dad fired me. I'll be always be here as his daughter while you-" she paused and pointed at me. "You are an expendable employee who will be replaced. You don't belong here and maybe, you should actually start acting like it and know your place."

I felt a tear on my cheek. "That's mean."

"You know what's mean?" She scoffed. "A random person hitting me with his car door, breaking my phone, being rude to me, ruining my shot at having a normal university life with friends, getting me fired and not being any apologetic about it. What do you want now? Wanna hit me too?"

"Jean-"

"Hit me." She came closer and pointed at her cheek. "You might as well hit me, right? You seem to enjoy it when I'm crying. Or disappointed. Isn't that what you want-"

Her phone went off, cutting her off. She looked at the caller, jeered at me and walked away.

"Hey, Jenna," I heard her say as she walked away.

Song recommendations
Neva play - Megan Thee Stallion ft RM (Kim Namjoon of BTS)
Bye bye bye - NSYNC
I can do it with a broken heart - Taylor Swift
Last heartbreak song - Ayra Starr ft Giveon
Who - Jimin (of BTS)