Page 9 of Chance

I see red, and I’m in front of my twin without realising I had moved, who stands eye-to-eye with me. My twin, who looks very little like me; Elliot has wavy, black hair that curls around his face, unlike my very short, dark-brown hair. We are the same height, but Elliot prefers to look like a biker kid, in fucking black leather all the time.

"Of course it fucking is. We were together five, fucking, years, and she wasn't with anyone else. I would have known,"I tell him with a glare.

“Like you knew she was pregnant, Seb,” he taunts, and I feel Harley push me back behind him as he stands in between us both.

“Elliot, go and cool down,” Harley warns.

"Congrats," Elliot says to me, his word dripping with sarcasm, as Harley moves away and he storms out of the room. The door bangs as I rub my temples to help with the stress of the situation. Fuck, I have no idea what to do, and arguing with him isn’t going to bloody help.

"The fight is tonight. Luke's on, are you coming?" Harley says while walking over to a worried Izzy. He talks quietly to her, and she seems to relax at whatever he says, which I can’t hear.

"Yeah," I say.

"I'm off to see Blake, and I'm staying over tonight. So good luck tonight, and message me when it's over," Izzy says to us, hugging us all before leaving.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket as I sit next to Luke, who has his tablet out and is playing some farming game.

Elena: you want to hang tonight? xxxx

Even seeing her name, I know I have to get her out of my life. Maisy will never forgive me for the mistake of being with Elena, but Maisy seeing me around Elena . . . well, I know she will leave me. It's not like I really like Elena anyway, which makes me a fucking prick for even thinking it. She was just a way to get back at Maisy because she left me, and then, after that, she was always around. It was always easy.

That makes me sound like a tosser, and I know I am. It felt like my whole world had ended. I always wanted a second chance, and now, with just one look in those brown eyes, I know I have a small chance.

Me: no, sorry. Look I have a lot going on at the moment. I don't think we should see each other anymore. I'm sorry

She replies quickly.

Elena: what's going on? I'm your friend, I don't see why I can't be around you xxx

Me: I can't be friends with you. Look, find someone that deserves you.

I think that sounds like a nice way to tell her to find someone else. She really needs to because, hell, I was sleeping with different girls when she was always around, and no one deserves that.

Elena: are you serious? We have been fucking for months and you’re just going to drop me? You can't do that!

Me: I am sorry

Elena: you will come back to me. Whoever she is, it won't last long xxx

Me: you need to forget me and delete my number

I push my phone into my pocket and go to change before joining Luke and Harley for their workouts. Around an hour later, we all eat but don’t talk anymore about Maisy, which leaves me enough time to think. I spend the next few hours getting ready for the fight with Luke. I’m not too worried as I know his opponent is slow, and Luke’s trick is he is so fucking fast that you don’t see it coming until you’re flat-out on your back.

It's nine P.M., and we are driving to the fight. I can't help myself, and I text Maisyas Luke drives. He smiles a knowing smirk before looking back at the road. I want to smile back, but all of Luke’s fights make me so fucking nervous, I just want to take the fight off of him. I look past my mirror as Elliot drives past on his motorbike; the damn thing is massive and fucking loud.

Me: how are you today? Were your parents all right with you? X

She doesn't reply right away, but I expect that. I start looking up pregnancy at six months on my phone. Most of it isn’t too bad, but I'm scared by the end of my reading. Cravings, backache, and something fucking weird called Braxton-Hicks seem the weirdest and scariest stuff. I haven’t even made it to the birth part of the page I’m reading.

I need to buy some pregnancy books, and then when I have the house I want, I can get lots of baby stuff. Hopefully with Izzy, as I have no idea what to buy and I have a funny feeling Maisy isn’t going to like me spending a lot of money. The only good thing is, I can buy a dozen outfits for my little man.

We exit the car and walk into The Cage twenty minutes later without talking. Luke goes off backstage to get ready, and I order a beer at the bar with Elliot. The ‘stubborn bastard,’ as I like to call him, hasn't said anything to me yet. I can tell he is thinking about everything, and I know it’s more to do with his insane fear of any change in his life. I smirk internally, thinking back to how well he took finding out about Izzy and her coming to live with us.

We may be twins, but we aren’t as close as I am to my other brothers. I don’t blame Elliot for our fucking upbringing, but Elliot became more distant as we grew older, until today, where he barely talks to us about anything.

"Seb, about earlier. I was in a shit mood,” Elliot says, which shocks me enough to wait for him to talk some more. “Fucking hell, Lily broke up with me."

I glance at Elliot as he talks, his jaw tenses, and I don’t know how I didn’t notice that he hasn’t shaved today. Actually, it looks like he only bothered to dress, and he hasn’t sorted his messy, black hair out. Man, does no one in this family give a shit about how they look other than me?

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