This chapter is dedicated to @sarcolineskitty who redeemed the choose next chapter prize while I was streaming on Twitch. If anyone wants to join the next stream the username: EmmittRoseHerondale24 

Axel’s POV

“Do you want me to walk you in,” Jax asked as he leaned up against the car, all but glaring at the school in front of us. 

“We aren’t five,” I scoffed while pushing away the anxiety and forcing my hands to stop shaking at my side. It didn’t help that other students were staring at our brother’s husband. 

He wore a tight black shirt that allowed his muscles to bulge through the sleeves, his tattoos on full display along with a few scars on his arms, and an incredibly pissed-off expression on his face. He was causing a scene. Parents and kids alike stared at him as they walked into the building and Jax stared back as if he didn’t care. 

Callum was supposed to drop us off but last night he had decided it was for the best if Jax did it since he and Ryder had to be at the shop at the same time school started and Jax never made appointments before noon. 

“Alright,” he said with a shrug, “I’ll leave you to it then. Liam is picking you up today. Keep your phones on you at all times please but do not text in class unless it is an emergency. Call one of us if you need anything.” 

I only rolled my eyes as I led Weylyn inside but I could feel Jax’s eyes on both of us as he watched us leave. Probably to make sure we actually went into the building. 

The school was crowded which was to be expected but I still didn’t like it. Kids who had gotten their schedules early we shoving kids out of the way to get to their lockers and classes while everyone else ran around like they had no idea where they were going. 

“This is going to suck,” I said to Weylyn who only nodded as he huddled farther into my side. 

The front office thankfully was quiet, the staff seemingly ignoring all of the chaos outside their door but wouldn’t allow it anywhere they had to hear it. 

“We need to pick up our class schedules,” I said as I leaned on the receptionist’s desk. She said nothing at first, stopping to give us a once-over; didn’t look impressed. 

“Names?”

“Axel and Weylyn Scott.” She hummed as she typed a few things into the computer before printing out two sheets of paper and handing both of them to me. 

“Locker numbers and combinations are on the top there. Better hurry before you’re late to class.”

“She seemed rude,” Weylyn muttered the second the door closed behind us. 

“More like a bitch,” I said while handing Weylyn his schedule and comparing them. We had all the same classes except for two. Our English and math periods were swapped and that made me frown. 

“I’ll take your English for you if you do my math,” I said as we began walking to our lockers which were thankfully right beside each other. The crowds had lessened but it was still loud and chaotic in the hallways and part of me knew that wouldn’t change.

“You think we can pull it off? It was different when we were 10 but you’re taller than me now.”

“They don’t even know us yet. I’m sure it will work as long as someone answers to the correct name this time.”

“I was distracted,” he defended. 

“Yeah, by the football player in the front row.”

“He smelled bad!”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s what you were distracted by.” He blushed and shoved me into the row of lockers before glaring at the one that was supposed to be his. 

Home room would be easy but Weylyn still paused at the door, his hands shaking at his side slightly as he took in the room and of course over half of the classes were the loud, violent, jockish type. A few girls were gossiping in the corner, a hand full of shy kids were sitting down already playing on their phones, and the rest were jocks; shouting, arm wrestling on the desks, and watching videos entirely too loud on their phones. 

“We can do this,” I whispered to him. “It’s just a classroom. We’re going to be in here for all of 30 minutes and then we can leave. Back corner, two desks together back there. Just shoot for that and we’re fine.” He nodded as plastered a wide, fake smile onto his face. 

It would have given me whiplash if I wasn’t used to it. In seconds Weylyn changed from the shy, timid kid he always was to the most confident guy in the room. 

His tense shoulders relaxed as he walked into the room and his smile never dropped; even as people turned to stare at us. A few of the jocks glared but when I flashed them my middle finger they went back to what they were talking about. 

“The twin kink is working well for us,” I leaned into to whisper in Weylyn’s ear after we sat down. He took the desk closer to the wall like he always did. His eyes briefly searched the room before landing on the group of girls in the corner. 

They had been staring at us with weird smiles until Weylyn caught them. I couldn’t help but smirk when he gave them a wink and they exploded into a whirl of giggles and blushes and the soft gossiping returned with a glance back at us every few seconds. 

“It always does,” Weylyn sighed, not allowing his smile to drop. 

“How long do you think it will take before the twincest rumors start popping up again?”

“Three months tops if we’re careful,” he said with a shudder. 

We had changed school districts three times since Callum left. The rumors had started not long after we turned 12. At first, they were nothing too bad; just people bringing up the fact that we didn’t have many friends and didn’t like to be too far away from each other but then people started noticing the hickies Rowan was leaving on Weylyn’s neck and it got way worse from there. 

We got sideways glances and giggles but we put up with it until a few guys had cornered us one day after school. They had grabbed me by the neck and shoved Weylyn up against a wall, demanding that we kiss since ‘we were such faggots anyway’. They had laughed, Weylyn had sobbed, I had lost my shit. 

It was three against one. I had lost badly but thankfully a teacher stayed late and was able to pull them off of us. Weylyn and I had been suspended for three days, those assholes had gotten two weeks but the bullying didn’t stop. After about the third asshat comment on our first day back, I beat the shit out of the guy who said it and got another five days. 

We were not invited back to that district next year. Lily had not been pleased. The rumors started again not even halfway through the next school year. 

“We’ll be more careful this time,” I said, trying to keep that fake confidence on his face. “And if it gets too bad again we’ll just start knocking heads like last time.”

“I don’t think Callum is going to like that very much.”

“Callum can suck a dick for all I care.”

“He probably does,” Weylyn said in a low voice with a sick smile. 

“Ew, Weylyn that’s disgusting. I don’t want to think about our brother doing that shit.”

“Homophobic,” he scoffed just as the teacher stepped into the room. 

“You know I’m not,” I whispered back before leaning back into my seat. 

Roll call was taken and I don’t miss the way the gaggle of girls looked over at the two of us when we raised our hands. 

Classes went well enough. I barely paid attention to them, knowing Weylyn was going to do the homework anyway tonight and I was going to be able to cheat off of him in any test we took. He seemed relaxed for the most part, he always did feel better when his nose was in a book. 

We sat by ourselves at lunch, eating the meal Liam had packed for us the night before. No one came to bother us but plenty of people stared. I understood to an extent. Most of these people had been in the same district and class for most of their lives and now out of nowhere two new faces popped up, any change was interesting in high school. 

“So are we going to do it,” I asked Weylyn as we finished up our lunch. The next period was our separate classes for math and English and I didn’t want to sit through a math class. Wey had always been better at it and I was halfway decent at English, I could teach him it well enough and he could do my math like we always did. 

“If we get caught Callum is going to kill us. He threatened to do it last time but I wouldn’t put it past him this time. He’s an ex-criminal now you know.”

“Callum isn’t going to find out because we aren’t going to get caught.”

“You said that last time too.”

“Do you want to sit through math and English?” He scowled at the thought of it. “Didn’t think so. Are we doing this?” He sighed. 

“At least take halfway decent notes for me.”

“No problem.”