A Love Mismatch... Episode 3

A tall, lean, sexy woman emerged from the left path where the gardens are located. Wearing a gray suit with long straight hair with full bangs, red pouty lips and eyes like honey-gold came walking towards them with a smile that could bring the devil to his knees.

“Bonjour Mesdemoiselles, welcome to the Beaumont Herford Academy. I’m Grazielle Buenaventura. Headmistress.” She introduced, holding both her hands out to them. 

They reluctantly took it and the woman squeezed their hands slightly. She let go of their hands and turned around, motioning them to follow her. 

“I was assigned by the director himself to welcome you both.” She commented smiling, glancing at them. “I’ll show you around.” 

They went inside an immense double oak door and walked down to an empty, long hallway. They passed several closed doors, small and large corridors, long stairs and several old paintings scattered on walls. Each step of the way, the headmistress explained the different facilities of the school. She told them where all the departments, the faculties, the classrooms, the comfort rooms, the laboratories, the libraries, canteens, outdoor facilities and other accommodations are located. 

She enumerated all the faculty members and their possible-teachers-to-be. She narrated the brief history of the school and gave out all the rules that the time she was finished the twins was feeling dazed and looking out of their minds.

She turned to them and smiled affectionately. 

“Well then, that would be all, I think.” She said looking like someone checking a list of To-Do’s on her head, clasping both her hands in front of her. “I’ll let you two on your own to explore the place. You don’t have to enter your classes today. The director specifically said to let you have a day to go about the school and familiarize everything.” She stated and moved closer to them, holding their hands with hers. “I really hope you’ll have a great time here, both of you. I better get going. I still have work to finish. If you have questions you can ask me. I’ll be at my office, if you need me.” She said and let go of their hands. She walked to the left corridor and disappeared from view as she turned to the right.

Still looking at the path the woman had disappeared into, the twins was brought up short when they heard a chuckle behind them. They turned and saw Tish shaking his head, and looking at the same direction as them.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He said, chuckling.

“What is it, Uncle Tish?” Yvon asked curiously.

“Have you ever seen a headmistress that looks like a supermodel, with a mind like a scholar and a tongue like a philosopher?” he asked, cocking his head to the side with amusement and admiration swimming in his eyes. “Tell me, is it just me or does her smile can melt any hard man… hhmmm?”

The twins giggled, thinking the same thing.

“She might be all that, but I sense a formidable temper just being contained.” Devs commented, eyeing Tish meaningfully.

“You like her, don’t you, Uncle Tish?” Yvon asked with a teasing smile.

 “She intrigued me.”  He said, chuckling. “My stay here won’t be boring afterall.”

“Are you planning to hit on her?” Devs asked, wide-eyed.

“No, baby girl. I don’t have time for relationships with the kind of job I have.” He said, looking affectionately at them. “It would be refreshing to see a not-so-ordinary person every morning, right?”

“What do you mean? You’re staying with us then?”

“Yes, your mother put your care to me. I’ll be the one to send you to school every morning. Don’t worry. I won’t live on the same house with you two. I’ll be living next to your apartment and your mothers will be living to your other side of your apartment.”

“Oh, I see. Alright. Well, let’s tour this goddamn school.” Devs said, walking up the stairs to their left.

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A limo halted to a stop in the huge parking lot of Beaumont Herford Academy.

“This is it. Are you girls ready?”

“What else can we do?” Devs sighed.

“Hey. No grumpy face, little one. I’m pretty sure you’ll find great friends there.” Tish cheered, smiling at them from the rear-view mirror.

“I can’t wait to check their library. Ms. Buenaventura said it has almost all the books in the world.” Yvon gushed, eyes sparkling from excitement.

Devs rolled her eyes at her sister and stepped out of the car.

After giving Tish a kiss on the cheek, Yvon waved good-bye to him and stepped out of the car and ran after her sister.

Eyeing the big oaken doors where students are already getting in, the twin heaved a great sigh and proceeded along with the students, who’s looking at them rather curiously and something else.

With their schedules in their hands, they tread their way through the throngs of onlookers.

“Is this normal around here?” Yvon asked her sister.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is this how they really welcome the new students with ogling eyes and awe looks?”

Devs looked up from her list of classes and saw what her sister meant.

“This is creepy. I wonder if we look too alien for them.” Devs, said ruefully.

They checked themselves for mishaps and that, perhaps, what made them stare at them.

With both wearing jeans with high-kneed black boots and fitting shirts with hooded, striped cardigan sweaters, they didn’t find anything out of place at all.

They looked at each other and shrugged, not knowing that it was their honey-colored skin, raven black hair and doll-like faces and being new in school that made the other students turn on their direction.

Trying to ignore the stares, they made their way up the stairs to the third floor for their Calculus class.

“Ooooooooh! Calculus! This is going to be exciting!” Yvon squeal in excitement, doing a baby Bop hop. Devs turned to her sister and gave her a rather fake smile.

“Yipeeyey-doo! Oh, look!” Devs exclaimed in an exaggerated high-pitched voice, pointing above Yvon’s head. “Are those equations pooping out from your head? Wow. Totally amazing.” She said with wide eyes in mock amazement.

Rolling her eyes at her sister, Devs turned around and went straight inside their classroom, Yvon at her heels looking sourly.

Tables and chairs were in disarray, students were in groups talking and laughing, getting reacquainted after months of vacation, as the twins made their way inside the classroom. Looking for empty seats, the twins tried to be unobtrusive as possible but failed miserably, something in them just caught anyone’s attention. An eerie silence crept inside the room, all eyes on them.

Feeling hot under their gazes, Devs felt like she’s a prey surrounded by hungry predators. Uncomfortable though she was her twin seems the opposite, who is exuding calmness and serenity. Yvon is just smiling shyly at all of them. She then turned to the girl seated near her.

“Hello. Is this seat taken?” she asked sweetly, pointing to the chair beside the girl.

“Oh my gawd. Is that one of Monique dela Vega’s works you’re wearing?” exclaimed the girl suddenly.

For a moment, Yvon’s brows furrowed for a second then her face smoothed into a radiant smile.

“Yes, it is.”

“Oh, you better sit with me.” The petite girl, with a cute face said, grabbing the twins by the hand and depositing them on the two seats on each side of her.

“Thank you.” The twins said and smiled.

The chatters came back and the students returned to their previous activity.

They fixed their things and looked at their class schedule. Familiarizing the times and rooms they are assigned and looking around the room when their new friend remarked out of the blue.

“You know, you could make some girls go lesbian if you always flash those smiles of yours,” she commented amused, “It could turn pointy horns to shiny halos.”

She laughed upon seeing the twin’s stricken face. Contagious as her laugh is, the twins can’t help but join in the laughter.

“Oh! Silly me! Let me introduce myself. I’m Marissa. Marissa Aldridge.” the girl said, smiling at both of them.

“I’m Yvon.  Yvette Devon Montebello, and she’s my twin, Devs.” The other twin introduced then pointing at her sister.

“Nice to meet you, Marissa. I’m Devon Zerryne Montebello.”

They shook hands and happy to have new friends.

“Do tell me, Marissa, do we look that foreign to you? ‘Cause I can’t seem to comprehend why they kept staring at us.” Devs remarked in a rather irritated voice, glancing at the back.

Marissa laughed.

“Don’t think that we don’t recognize you. We know who you are. You’re famous even before your mother introduced you to the world. And your fame skyrocketed after your mother’s introduction. In our world, the world of the rich to be specific, almost all know everyone else. Those who are making a name in the industry are observed and criticized. So, it’s no wonder why everyone knows you.” She explained, smiling at them at how amazing her theory is. “Oh, it’s probably also because of how you look.”

“Oh, we look so different then. Perhaps we are like from another planet.” Devs commented sarcastically.

“Not really that different. I’ll say your beauty is alluringly exotic,” Marissa said, winking at them. “In this country, your skin is to die for. If you look around, you’ll see mostly pale faces.”

“Duh, whatever. I just hope they’ll get used to the way we look soon.” Devs said, sighing.

“I hope so, too. It’s unnerving somehow.” Yvon voiced out.

“I doubt that.” Marissa remarked suddenly. The twins looked at her with exasperated looks but she just laughed it off.

After a minute or two, their teacher came in and strode off in front of the class, looking at them in a rather kind smile.

“Good morning, class. I’m Philip Montgomery and I’ll be your teacher for this class.” he announced, taking his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. “Okay, everyone, I’ll be handing out these sheets of papers to you. Written there are the house rules, lessons we’ll tackle in the upcoming months and some reminders.” He continued, handing the papers to each row.

“Well, class has finally started” Devs commented, heaving a sigh.

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Last period before lunch, but an agitated Devs seemed eager to get out of the classroom that had her emanating a rather black vibe.

Move you damn ticking hand! Still fifteen minutes had passed… why does it feel like forever?! Move already you thick-headed-ticking-hand!!! Forty –five more minutes… it’s like torture! Devs mused sourly, looking at the clock with an expression of a serial killer.

Yvon and Marissa noticed the foreboding aura Devs is emitting that had them looking at each other with confusion.

“Hey, you alright?” Marissa asked cautiously. Devs turned to her with a scary look that had her pulling away.

“Goodness, Devs! Stop looking like a demented person!” Yvon hissed making sure that the teacher is out of hearing range.

“Who wouldn’t look like this?!” Devs retorted, pointing at her face. “I’ve been waiting for that damn click to strike 12:00 so I can go and change into something human and comfortable clothes!”

“What do you mean?” Marissa asked, confusion plastered on her face. “You look human to me.” She added innocently.

Devs look at her like she’d said something ridiculous.

Yvon turns to fits of giggles which had her clamping her hand to her mouth to control her laughter.

“What? Did I just say something wrong?” Marissa asked, looking back and forth at the twins.

“I shall explain everything later, or better yet Devs will show you what she really meant by what she said.” Yvon said, smiling knowingly at Devs who in turn rolled her eyes.

“Damn. This frustration is making me hungry.” Devs complained under her breath.

The two just shook their heads laughing silently at her and turn their attention back to the teacher.

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Damn it! Just five minutes had passed? … five freaking minutes?! Devs thought crossly, but then an idea came to mind which turned her face into a look of psychotic smile that had Marissa and Yvon cringing as they look at her upon sensing the wicked spirit she’s emanating.

Devs suddenly turned to her sister. “Hey, will you please carry my bag for me?  I’ll get it back during lunch. Please?” she asked, casting her sister with her puppy-dog eyes. Then she turned to the front and raised her hand. The teacher noticed her and signaled her to speak.

“Yes, Miss Montebello?”

“Uhm… ma’am, I don’t feel good. I feel sick. May I, please, go to the clinic? Devs asked rather bleakly, feigning a sick face.

Yvon and Marissa turned to her wide eyes, confusion marring their faces. 

“Oh, of course. Go ahead.” The teacher complied, looking a little worried.

“Thank you, ma’am,” She said, still acting ill. She turned to her sister and her new friend, sending them a wink and then turned back to feigning sickness while exiting the room. She went out of the classroom into the empty hallways, still keeping up the farce.

When she was out of sight, she dashed to a different direction that leads to the lockers.

Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I’m so good! Devs chanted silently, doing a happy dance.

I’m so winning a best actress award for my superb and exceptionally awe-inspiring performance!

…okay so not awe-inspiring… but still it was great! She thought happily, skipping towards her locker while humming random songs. She pushed the code on the lock and yanked open her locker. She took out a paper bag and happily skipped towards the nearest bathroom. She was all smiles and was now standing in front of the comfort room when she heard a booming voice behind her that made her jump from surprise. She immediately turned to see a man walking towards her, looking ominous.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

“Where do you think?” Devs retorted, looking at the door behind her and back at the man in front of her.

“Do you know that it is still class hours?” he asked, looking at her meaningfully. “Do you even have a hall pass?”

“Obviously, I don’t have a hall pass,” she said, spreading her arms wide, letting him check for any attached hall pass. “Are you blind? Duh.” Devs added in an irritated voice.

The man in front of her seemed to explode, getting redder in the face every second.

Gawd, this guy is irritating. Who is he, anyway? Ugh! So annoying, Devs thought bitterly.

“That’s it. Two weeks detention for you! Going out of class without a hall pass, and ta - …” but he was cut off rather rudely by her.

“Just who do you think you are?! Huh?!” Devs demanded in an authoritative voice, glaring up at him defiantly. “Do you know who I am?!”

The guy was taken momentarily aback by her raised voice that he answered her in confusion. “No, I don’t… I don’t think so.”

She suddenly smiled up at him and beamed. “Good!” she exclaimed and turned her back on him and slammed the door of the comfort room on his face.

The guy was shocked. And furious.

He has never been humiliated like that ever. And as he remembered what happened a while ago, he saw red. He was so angry that he wanted to wring her neck. He was about to pound the door with his fist when someone suddenly called his name. He turned around and saw two guys coming towards him.

“Ivan, what are you doing?” a tall, handsome, ruggedly-looking guy asked, looking at him with amusement. “Now, now… are we chasing girls all the way to comfort rooms, Ivan?” he mocked, chuckling. “I didn’t know you’re that aggressive and… desperate?”

“Enrique, quit it. Stop pissing him. He’s angry right now. Even furious.” The other guy said, chuckling. “I wonder why, though…”

“That’s enough. What are you guys doing here?” Ivan snapped. “It’s still class hours and don’t even think you’ll escape punishment for roaming around the school during class hours just because we’re friends.”

“Hey, calm down, dude.” Enrique said, holding his palms up in surrender. “James and I were called by coach Westley. We’re going to the gym now.”

Ivan sighed. “Is that so. Well, don’t let me keep you. Coach must be waiting for you two.”

“Come with us. You’re part of the team, anyway.” James said, putting his arm around Ivan’s shoulder, dragging him towards the opposite direction.

“Yeah, come on. I bet coach is gonna talk about the upcoming games this season.” Enrique piped in, grinning.

“Wait, I - …” Ivan was about to say something but was cut off by Enrique.

“Dude, relax. You have to come with us.”

Ivan didn’t fight them as they dragged him towards the gym.

I’ll get you back. I’ll give you the punishment you rightfully deserve, Ivan thought determinedly. 

A Love Mismatch... Episode 2

London, the heart of England. The land of aristocrats and royalties.

Walking with his head bent, James took a stroll along the streets of Piccadilly Circus, the largest entertainment area in London. For years, he had spent his holidays in England. His parents just fell in love with the place. With its many shops, department stores, theatres and restaurants, James still find it interesting and entertaining even though he’d been staying there since he started his high school year.

As he watched the green light turned red, James felt the coldness seeping through his jacket. He absently rubbed his arms to ward off the cold. With his parents spending the night in one of the finest restaurants in London, James felt alone as ever.

It is better this way, James thought as he crossed the street. He would rather be alone than suffer watching his parents canoodling each other. Luckily, his parents were just visiting him for the holidays.

As he turned to an intersection, James heard the countdown for the New Year. Walking straight ahead, James looked through the restaurant windows, watching people with happy smiles as they counted for the coming year. Taking the lid off his coffee cup, he stopped and looked up at the sky, waiting for the fireworks display. 

“Damn.” She cursed under her breath. Devs walked as fast as she can, trying to escape the paparazzi. With her hoodie covering her face, she made her way through the crowded streets in one of London’s best entertainment place, Piccadilly Circus. At her haste to escape from being seen, she didn’t notice the man standing in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up at the sky. Just as she turned, she saw a tall figure blocking her way. She would have moved away but it was too late and she came crushing towards him, hitting her forehead on his chin. She staggered and would have fallen down if she hasn’t caught the sleeve of his jacket and the quick reflex of the arm that encircled her waist.

James would have been livid if his conscience didn’t prick him upon seeing the woman in his arms who was poured accidentally with his coffee.

“Are you alright, Miss? I’m sorry…” James said curtly, lips in a tight line.

Devs’ muddled mind was penetrated by the deep, cold voice.

Is he angry? I should be the one! She thought defensively.

And then it hit her. The way she’s bent backwards, supported by him and the hot coffee seeping through her thick jacket… they must look comical.

She looked up just when the fireworks explode in magical kaleidoscope, the hoodie gone from her head.

James was dazzled. The lights emitted by the fireworks highlighted her beautiful face… an exotic beauty beyond compare.

He was entranced, mesmerized by her alluring eyes… innocent, bewildered… irritated?

Devs tried to stand, making James aware of their position. He steadied her and took note at how her bangs fell gracefully on her forehead.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t see you standing there in the MIDDLE of the sidewalk.” Devs mumbled giving emphasis on the word ‘middle’ while trying to wipe the mess on her jacket.

James took his handkerchief and offered it to her.

“Are you alright? I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have stood in the way.” James apologized again, trying to comprehend whether she’s being plain sarcastic.

“No, it’s okay. It’s my fault. I should have avoided you. After all, you were just standing at the MIDDLE appreciating the wonderful fireworks while I was trying to find my way home.” Devs said, flashing him with her brightest smile.

James caught the sarcasm in her voice but he was transfixed by her smile.

Devon noticed the paparazzi getting nearer that she panicked and put back her hood on.

“Nice bumping to you, mister. Enjoy your night.” Devs said, hurriedly walking out on him. James’ gaze followed her as she crossed the street, confused at what just happened. He didn’t know if he should be angry or embarrassed at what just occurred, standing there looking at her like a dolt. He can’t believe he just let a woman run over him, tarnishing his ego. He shook his head in amusement and irritation. He looked back at the fireworks display and the girl’s face appeared.

She’s really pretty, he thought, unaware of the smile playing on his lips.

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Fast and Furious. A red, hot Volvo C70 T-5 fights its way through the throngs of cars in the hustling streets of New York.  Wearing white, stylish Gucci sunglasses, a man in his early twenties already exudes success and wealth. Known for his blue scarf, Ramonito Jorique Eleazar Paquito dela Vega, is one of the most trusted associate of the Montebello family.

“Yes, mommy Lav, I’m coming over. I brought with me the jewelries you asked me to buy from France. Are the twins awake?” he asked, turning the car to the left.

He is a famous designer, working under the company of the Montebello Empire. He may be known throughout America and Europe but to the Montebello family… he’s just Monique. A friend. A confidante. To Devon Zerryne though, she likes to call him… Jorique.

Making his way to the winding road, passing to a barn, where horses are well kept, Monique finally arrived in front of the great manor, The Montebello manor. He took off his glasses, throwing it on the dashboard and stepped out from the car with grace, taking out the bags at the back of the car. Just as he reached the steps toward the house, the door opened and the butler greeted him.

“Good morning, Mister dela Vega. Madame Thalialav is waiting for you in the saloon.” The butler said, gesturing to the door at the far end of the hall. Monique came in and strode toward the close door.

“Monique! Welcome back. How’s Paris, my dear?” Marimarimar greeted him, putting down her cup of tea.

“It was great, Mommy Mar. The fashion show was a success.” Monique answered, sitting at one of the settee. “And here’s for you.” Monique said, handing bags to Thalialav. “Tell me if I missed something. I’ll tell my assistant to buy it.”

“It’s all here. Thank you so much.” Thalialav said, opening the velvet boxes. “I’ll put the money on your account and by noon it will be there.”

“No need. Take it as a gift.” Monique said graciously and stood up, “where are the girls?”

“They’re still sleeping.” Rosalindianne said, looking up from the magazine she was reading. “You better wake them up. You have to fit them now, right?”

“My gawd. It’s almost noon. I’d better go upstairs. I’ll see you, later ladies.”

“Alright, see you later. And thank you so much for these gifts.” Thalialav said, smiling gratefully at him.

“You’re very welcome.”

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Visible tiny particles illuminated from the rays of the sun are floating in the air as the light tried it’s best to get through the draperies. Two sleeping heads are in deep slumber, dreaming of a world full of wonders and the secrets in their hearts are well depicted in their dreams. Unaware of the inexplicable future that awaits for them, the twins dreamt to their hearts content.

Monique came in, with a swift perusal on the two girls occupying the two king-sized beds in the room, he walked to the closed windows and without even a signal, tore open the draperies and let in the full blast of the blinding light emitted by the aubade.
He heard groans behind him and he knew the twins are awake. He turned to them and with a loud voice, he exclaimed. “Wake up, ladies. It’s already noon. We have a busy day today. So, don’t give me a lazy ass. I’m not in the mood to tolerate such acts.”

Burying her face on the pillows, Yvon ignored the man whose patience is getting thinner every minute. Devs turned away from the bright sunny rays and covered her face with the comforter.

That did it. Monique went beside their beds and took the comforter and with a stern look, he said, “You are trying my patience. Get up or else I’ll spank your derriere.”

The twins immediately sat up from the bed and attentively looked at him. Monique hid a smile, remembering the day when he really make true to his threat.

“What are we going to do today?” Yvon asked, yawning.

“I hope we won’t have to pose for another magazine or I might just die.” Devs said exasperatingly, looking up at the heavens for emphasis.

“No, I cleared all your schedules regarding modeling. I’m going to measure and fit you. I was tasked by your mother to garb you with new garments. Since you’ll be studying in England, you need a new set of wardrobe.”

The two groaned and looked up at him with muted appeal. But, Monique ignored them and went to the door. He turned and gave a last instruction to the both of them.

“I’ll meet you downstairs after an hour. Ready yourselves, girls.” He said and closed the door behind him.

“Man, why for heaven’s sake, do we have to transfer schools? “ Devs asked aloud.

“I’m sure mama has good reasons. Let’s just accept our fate.” Yvon said with a thoughtful face.

“Come on, let’s get ready or Jorique will be mad.” Devs said, heading to the bathroom.

“Good thing you didn’t let Monique hear you say that or he’ll surely have a fit.” Yvon said, giggling.

“What’s so wrong with that name? It’s not like I’ve made it. It’s his name.” Devs reasoned out, throwing a disgusted look on her shoulder and closed the door to the bathroom.

“Well, you know he doesn’t like that name. So, you better not push it.” Yvon shouted to be heard behind the closed door. She heard her sister laugh and she knew that Devs won’t heed her. She smiled thinking about her sister’s stubborn nature. 

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Sitting in front of the mirror, idly brushing her hair, Yvon looked at her sister, who was sitting on the bed putting lotion on her arm.

“Devs, do you think it’s best for us to study in England?”

Devs  looked up at her sister and met her eyes on the mirror. She put the lotion bottle down and went over to her sister, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.

“As much as I doubt our mother’s decision, let’s just trust her judgment and make the most out of everything. As Mama pointed out, we had no normal lives since our identity have been exposed. This is the best opportunity for us to have normal lives, to have a life with no paparazzi trailing us.” Devs said and smiled at her sister.

“I know that but… I can’t help but wonder what lies ahead of us. I find our future rather bleak.” Yvon said, brows furrowing in contemplation.

“Enough worrying, Yvon,” Devs said, turning her sister towards her, “Don’t you find it exciting? We’ll be going to England to study in one of the most prestigious schools ever built. We may have been there for several times but to actually live there on our own just makes it all more appealing.”

Yvon smiled as she looked at her sister’s exuberant expression and can’t help but let her adventurous side get the best of her.

“You know that’s not true. We aren’t living on our own there. Our mommies will surely come. And mama won’t allow us to be alone, that’s for sure.” Yvon said with amusement.

“Well technically, we will be living on our own. I’m sure there will be times that we will be left alone since their jobs are here. So, they definitely have to fly back here when some important things arise.” Devs said with a knowing smile. Yvon giggled.

“You’ve made plans already, I get it?” Yvon asked her sister.

“Yes. And we’ll surely have fun during those alone time.” Devs exclaimed, excitement wreathing on her face.

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Stacks of cloth in variant colors scattered around the parlor room… silk, cotton, furs, and other rare fabrics strewn on the settees and floor.

“Gawd, this is ugly. Jorique, please, don’t let me wear this thing.” Devs complained, throwing the fur aside, casting a disgusted look on the cloth.

“My dear, it’s an expensive and rare fur. Besides that, it compliments your features rather well.”

“The hell I care!  Don’t want that. Let Yvon have it.”

“You have a very dreadful taste, Zerryne.” Monique said, piqued by her use of his name, Jorique.

Yvon, who was lounging in the small chair near the fireplace, cast an amused glanced on the two. Sipping her tea, she stood up, putting down her cup, went to her sister, hugging her from behind.

“Wear it. It’s not that bad. It will keep you warm when we reach England.”

“I have my jackets and sweaters.” Devs pointed out.

“I know. But we’ll be changing schools. Let’s make a good impression.” Yvon said, turning her head to see her sister’s face. “And how could we save face if we are seen wearing inadequate clothing? Let’s live up to our image. You won’t wear that forever. Just think of the hassle Monique went through just to let us have the exquisite clothes. Wear it, please?”

Devs sighed and nodded glumly. She earned a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug from her sister.

“Thank you.”

Several luggages were positioned near the stairs. Tapping his gloves on his lap, Tish patiently waits for the twins to leave for London.  Having arranged everything, he made sure that all is in order. He was standing at the end of the stairs when the twins came down.

“Are you both ready?”

“Yes! Very.” Devs exclaimed, beaming at him.

“Where are they? We have to say goodbye.” Yvon asked, looking around for her mother and her mommies.

“They’re coming. They’re… uhm… just had something to do.” Tish explained, avoiding the twin’s eyes.

Just then, they heard some bustling in the upstairs rooms. The door opened and several luggages were dragged down the stairs.

“Are you leaving, Mommy Lav?” Yvon asked, confused.

“We are coming with you, darlings.” Marimarimar said, pushing her luggage forward.

“Oh? I thought you’ll go there next month?

“We changed our minds,” Rosalindiane said, straightening her clothing. “Besides, we don’t feel comfortable leaving the two of you alone for weeks even if Tish is there with you. And I’m sure your mom would come along if she only doesn’t have a work in Greece.”

The twins groaned exasperatedly.

“Come along now. We have a plane to catch.” Lav said, walking out the door. 

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England. The twins were exuberant. Watching the exquisite architectures surrounding them as the limousine wind its way through the throngs of cars in the streets of London, their faces are alight with excitement and joyous smiles.

Driving through a deserted road, the twins were too much agitated to settle down on their seats. Having left their mommies on the most expensive condos of London they went straight ahead to their school. Looking out of the car window, seeing the green rolling hills and feeling the rushing wind on their faces, they portray the childlike innocence that could melt anyone’s heart.

They entered a huge black gate and passed a long winding narrow road. The place was grand. Flower beds of different kinds filled the other side with trees of the greenest leaves. As they neared the neo-Gothic style architecture, the twins were in awe.

Stepping out of the car, they looked up at every detail of the exquisitely made structure.

And the one that greeted left them speechless and shocked.

A Love Mismatch... Episode 1

The wintry breeze softly whispered to the night as the Christmas lights flickered like dancing fire through the busy streets of New York. Three women walked hand in hand as they looked through the shops, their laughter drifting in the wind as they made their way in one of the famous boutiques in New York. 

“Mama, this outfit of ours will definitely win the Most Awful Wardrobe.” The curly-haired girl exclaimed as she looked herself up on the mirror. “No one would know who we are!” she continued, beaming at her mother and sister. 

“Will you shut up? If you won’t stop commenting about it, we’ll surely be exposed.” Her sister, Devon Zerryne Montebello, reprimanded.

 Devon Yvette Montebello just rolled her eyes at her sister and went back to look at the clothes in the rack. “We won’t be exposed. We are known as the best dressers in town or have you forgotten? They’d rather die than believe that we would wear such ridiculous clothes. We’ve posed for hundreds of Fashion magazines and been acknowledged as an icon in the Fashion Industry.” She said as she looked up the red dress with appreciation. 

“Oh, really? Don’t be too sure, Yvon. We may be known for that but never underestimate the cunning paparazzi around us. They’ll look for any fault in us.” Devs retorted. 

“Will you please relax and just enjoy this moment?” Yvon said, turning to face her twin sister. “We only have this much freedom, we might as well enjoy it while it’s still in our hands.” She said, taking a yellow, mini dress and tried it on her sister. Devs pushed the dress away as if scorched by it. 

“Stop making me wear such clothes. You know how I hate them.” She whispered fiercely, trying hard not to let their mother hear her. “I may wear them on some occasions but you damn well know why.” She said and gave her sister a warning look. Despite the serious warning, Yvon just laughed it off and hugged her sister. 

“I know, I know. I’m just hoping you might have changed your mind about clothes.” Yvon said on a teasing note. “I’m not saying that the clothes you prefer are ugly. It’s just that it doesn’t compliment those sensuous curves of yours every time you wear those baggy clothes.” She teased. “I’d like you to show those assets of yours.” She said and winked.

Devs was left speechless that she only shook her head. She chuckled and hugged her sister from behind.

“You are enough to let the world know that the Montebello’s are sexy. If I add to it, they might not be able to take the heat.”

Yvon laughed, turned to her twin and hugged her back.

“You’re one incorrigible vixen!” Yvon said, loving her twin even more.

“I know.” Devs confirmed, jokingly.

 

They were laughing and joking around, trying every clothes there are. They didn’t notice the woman watching them with love and pride, their mother, Evelyn Montebello - The most successful and most influential Fashion Guru. Looking at her twins, memories of yesterday came rushing through her mind. Guilt and anxiety flooded her mind and heart. It’s been seven months since she announced that she had two daughters.
For 16 years, she had kept this secret to the world. With her career just starting to get better, she can’t risk to have her dreams dashed of becoming an icon in the Fashion World. She worked hard starting with modeling clothes from known designers, posing in Fashion magazines and doing commercials. And now that she’s on top, she has nothing to lose. She built an empire in the Fashion Industry, gathering all famous, talented, sought-after designers around the world. She established herself as one of the finest editor-in-chief in one of the well-acknowledged magazine that had sold millions of copies around the globe.
Declaring her dark past doesn’t scare her anymore. Evelyn looked at her daughters with pride and fascination at how well they managed to take everything in despite the raving paparazzi surrounding them like hungry vultures when their identity had been exposed. They pounced on them everyday, following their every move. When they were officially announced to the public, many more endorsements came their way and many more offered them to pose in famous magazines.
She knew that her daughters are having difficulties but if they did, they didn’t show it in front of her. Devz and Yvon took the world in stride of having their actions scrutinize inside hundreds of lenses with a calmness their mother didn’t expect.

How they’ve matured so easily at a young age, she didn’t know. The guilt she felt was somehow pacified at seeing her daughters having grown up with morals and principles. But she knew that it’s not only because of her constant care and guidance that they’ve grown to such fine women, but also because of the great influence of the four women who have helped her through the bleak days of her life. She owes them her life. She smiled at seeing Zerryne and Yvette having fun trying out different clothes, making fun with each other.

“Have you chosen, dears?” Evelyn asked, coming towards them.

“Hhmmm… I like this one, mama.” Yvon said, holding a fitting, yellow dress.

“What about you, Devz?” Her mother asked.

“I don’t see anything that I like.” She answered, playing with the wig on a mannequin head.

“Alright, let’s just go to another shop, maybe you’ll find something you’ll like.” Evelyn suggested, turned and said to the saleslady standing nearby to wrap the items Yvon had chosen.

After paying, they went out of the shop and were hoarded by dozens of paparazzi, throwing them with questions and comments. The three were disoriented by the flashes directed at them that it took them a while to think on what to do.

Devz held her mother’s and sister’s arm and pulled them back inside the shop.

“Damn, they caught us. How the hell did they find out?” Devz ranted.

“Calm down. Let’s call Uncle Tish to take us out of here.” Yvon suggested, dialing a number on her cell.

“I’m so sorry for all this. I shouldn’t have… I – This is all my fault.” Evelyn said, panicking and worrying for her daughters.

“Mama, it’s alright. It’s no one’s fault. And it’s not totally our fault that we are just so irresistible and popular.” Devz consoled her mother, trying to add humor on their situation.

Her mother smiled.

“Uncle Tish is coming. Let’s just wait for him.” Yvon said looking outside.

“Are our mommies coming over, too? Devz asked her sister.

“Yes, they are coming, too. You very well know how they get whenever we are in a situation like this.”

“This is nuts! Can’t they leave us in peace for once?!” Devz exclaimed, looking at the paparazzi being stopped by the guards of the shop.

They heard a screeching sound down the road and saw a limo parked itself near the shop rather smoothly, despite the size of it.

A man in his late twenties came out of the car, looking ominously at the crowd of flashing lights. With his tall and lean features, he’s definitely a hottie. But something about him exudes danger and brutality that people can’t help but be intimidated. He has a brusque statuesque that could frighten and excite you at the same time. He mastered all the martial arts in the world. With his gun fighting technique, he’s an enemy who is hard to beat. He’s so evasive and secretive about his personal life that nobody really knew the real him. Working on a secret organization that even his boss doesn’t know him, it’s so secret that no one knew the location or the people working in that particular association.
Every mission is a change of place and identity. Fate brought him to the Montebello family. He was hired as a bodyguard to the Montebello twins for a reason no one knew except Evelyn and him. For six years he’s been working with the twins that he’s grown to love and his protective nature really unleashed its force when it comes to them. Every time he leaves those twins for a dangerous assignment, he would always get worried and immediately wants to finish the mission.

And now as he watched the gossip-hungry paparazzi, hot bursting flames erupted from within him. He strode towards the shop and stopped at the front, eyeing the faces with disdain.

“Uncle Tish!” The twins exclaimed as they saw him came in. As he saw them running towards him, he broke into a smile and the effect was devastating. His features softened amiably, giving him a boyish look.

“Are you two alright?” He asked in his deep voice.

“Yes, we are fine. Let’s just get out of here, please.” Devs said.

“Yeah, sure. Your  four mommies are waiting in the car.” He said and turned to his employer, “Are you alright, Madame Montebello?”

“Yes, I’m alright. Take the girls out of here, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Tish took hold of the twins and ushered them towards the back door of the shop. Trying hard not to be seen, they walked silently towards the car. Taking a peek at their mother talking to the press, the twins immediately went inside the car and were greeted with tight hugs.

“Are you girls, alright?”

“Those pesky paparazzi… I ought to… oh, I’m so worried… are you fine now, my dears?”

“Oh come here… let me give you a hug… good thing nothing bad happened to the both of you.”

“You should go out now with more body guards. I knew that this would happen.”

Trying hard to get out from the grasps of their mommies, the twins twisted and turn from their seats.

“Mommy Cha, Mommy Lav, please calm down. We’re fine.” Devs said, trying hard to get out from their embrace.

“Mommy Diane Mommy Mari, we’re fine. We expected that to happen. Please stop worrying too much.” Yvon said, trying to calm them. 

The four mommies of their lives. Rosalindiane, Maricha Mercedes, Thalialav, and Marimarimar. They are one of the renowned models and designers in the Fashion Industry. Building an empire of fabulous designs of shoes, bags, and accessories, these four ladies captured the hearts of many. Fate has brought them to the lives of the Montebello’s. On that same fateful night, they saw Evelyn crying outside a studio photo shoot in Manhattan. They’ve learned the situation Evelyn was in and with their sympathetic hearts they took her under their wing. As fellow models, they empathized with the situation she was in. Being pregnant at 20 was something very crucial, especially to a model that is just starting to create a name in the industry. They helped her and when the twins were born, they fell in love with them instantly. They are just like angels sent from heaven.

The car door opened and Evelyn came in, heaving a big sigh. And the flashes of lights from outside the car windows blinded them.

“Tish , let’s go.” Evelyn said.

The car drove on the streets of New York with great speed, leaving a heavy smoke on the faces of the paparazzi.

“Lyn, are you alright?” Diane asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry girls. We shouldn’t have gone out tonight.”

“Mama, you shouldn’t blame yourself.” Devz said.

“You, Guys, shouldn’t have gone out. You very well know what would happen if you parade yourselves on the streets. You don’t have normal lives like you used to. You even dragged you mother in this mess.” Lav reprimanded the twins.

“I’m pretty sure your faces will be the front page of the tabloids tomorrow.” Mari commented, drinking wine to cool some nerves.

“Ladies, give these girls a break. They’re still adjusting to the new life they’re in.” Cha said, giving the twins a sympathetic smile.

“Let’s just hope they won’t focus tomorrow’s issue on the papers about the clothes you’re wearing.” Diane said, eyeing the clothes with disdain. “Those are really hideous, I must admit.”

The car was filled with silence.

The twin’s shoulders were shaking then laughter erupted within the corners of the car.

“You, girls, shouldn’t be laughing! It’s an insult to us that people would say you have awful tastes when it comes to clothes. And to think you’re the daughters of an icon in the Fashion World.” Mari exclaimed indignantly.

“Really. Where did you get those clothes?” Cha asked.

The twins burst out laughing again and faced their mother who was now trying hard not to laugh.

“No way!” the four ladies exclaimed.

“You made those clothes?” Diane asked appalled.

“Actually, I asked Monique to make these clothes for me. He designed these too.” Lyn explained, wiping her eyes. “At first, he didn’t agree, but I made him do it.” Evelyn continued, trying hard to control her mirth.

The four women were speechless while the twins just kept on laughing.

As the car wound its way through the throngs of cars in the streets of New York, their laughter filled the corners of the car.

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As the moon positioned itself above the clear dark sky, two girls were sitting by the window, wishing silently in their hearts for something wonderful.

“Devs, do you think our father is out there watching us from above?”

“Hhmm... I don’t know.” Devs answered, looking at twinkling stars like gems in the night sky. “Maybe… I really hope he’s out there, watching us from the heavens.”

“Yes, me too, I really hope he’s up there somewhere… watching over us.” Yvon said, and clasped her sister’s hand and looked up at the moon.

Their thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. They looked at each other, curious as to who is still up at this hour. Yvon stood up and went to open the door.

“Mama? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I could ask you that myself.” Her mother said in a teasing note and went inside their room.

Devs and Yvon sat down by the edge of the bed, looking curiously at their mother.

“I’m sorry, darlings.” Their mother said.

The twins looked at each other rather confused.

“For what?” Devs asked.

“For dragging you into this life you’re in now. I’m sorry for exposing you just like that. I’m sorry that you have a mother like me, living a life of unconventionality. I shouldn’t have brought riot to your life.” Their mother apologized with teary-eyes.

“Mama, don’t be like that. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s not your fault.” Devs said and stood up, hugging her mother.

“Besides Mama, a lie is an affront to the soul, as well as an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom one lies." Yvon said.

Lyn and Devs stared at Yvon skeptically.

“Man… where did you get that mind of yours?” Devs commented incredulously.

“I can’t believe you’re my daughter.” Lyn said in awe.

“Oh please, it’s just a quotation from the book of McNaught. Everyone knows that.”

“Yeah… right.” Devs said sarcastically.

“You know, it’s very helpful if you read lots of books sometimes. Three books a day, perhaps… or five!” Yvon suggested.

“Okay! Okay! We get it. Now quit philosophizing things.” Devs intervened, palms up.

“I’m just saying… I can’t help it.”

“Okay, enough girls. You better go to bed. And I’m glad to have intelligent daughters.” Their mother said with a smile.

The twins went to their designated beds and said their goodnights to their mother.

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The cold wind of December gently tapped the glass windows. Evelyn went down to the kitchen to fetch some water when the phone suddenly rang. She jumped upon hearing it and was confused who the caller might be at this time of hour.

She picked up the phone and the voice she heard from the other line turned her blood cold.

A Love Mismatch... Synopsis

Synopsis

A young love… sweet love.

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Join the rollercoaster ride of the young social elite teens as they face life’s hurdles, the challenges of growing up and the thrill of falling in love for the first time. Witness as the Montebello twins, Devon Zerryne and Yvette Devon, discover the mysteries of their past and unravel each bittersweet chapters of their lives.

Will they make the right decisions to every choice they are faced?

Or will they succumb to the demands of teenage pressure?

Characters

Name: Devon  Zerryne Montebello

Nickname: Devz

Age: 17

Description: She’s a senior in her year with a sharp wit and a razor-edged tongue that could put atrocious people in their proper place. Sporty lass with a boyish streak and an excellent team captain of the girls’ basketball team in one of the prestigious schools in New York. Dancing and singing is her secret passion. With her bubbly personality and courageous nature, she’ll take the world with pride.

                A girl that prefers baggy clothes and sneakers to fashionable dresses and stilettos, she sees herself as one of the boys. Now, she will have a taste of falling in love for the first time like any other girl.

Name: Yvette Devon Montebello

Nickname: Yvon

Age: 17

Description: A girl with a mind of a philosopher and a wit of a scholar. A girl with a proper decorum and etiquette that endears her to people, she exudes elegance and class. Acting on stage plays is her life. With a devotion to singing and dancing, she will conquer her dreams of becoming the greatest performer. A total opposite to her twin, she fancies elegant couture and stylish shoes. But, just like her sister, she has a bubbly character that could brighten up your day.

                With an optimistic perception on things, she always faces life head on with courage and determination. And she will unravel that knowledge alone can’t answer everything when it comes to love. 

Name: James Michael Laderrick

Nickname: James

Age: 17

Description: A devilish handsome lad that every girl dreamed of. The Rowdy Cubs’ Basketball team captain of G.E.M.S. academy. He is mister popular that everyone just can’t get enough of. He’s famous for being the lazy ass in town that every girl finds really cute. Despite being branded as one of the ladies’ man in school, this still had all the girls wishing to be one of his partners and had other guys look up to him and cheer him on. With his cool manner and aloof charade, he portrays a slanderous and domineering image. Even such hateful attitudes, this tenacious chap still outshines others for his sharp intelligence and astute cleverness.  But despite all the write-ups and articles about him, the real James is still a mystery. 

                And now as he faces a new chapter of his life, he’ll find his perfect match that will irritate, frustrate, embarrass and make him furious in one and the same time. But he will be surprised at what this person will bring into his life… laughter and perhaps… love.

Name: Samuel Kyle Pierrere

Nickname: Sam

Age: 17

Description: A good-looking gentleman, an athletic, a straight-A student, a great club president, a teacher’s favorite, every girl’s dream, every guy’s aspiration, the perfect son, the wealthy heir, an achiever, kind and polite… in one word… PERFECT. He’s the definition of the perfect man that every woman wants to be with and every man wants to be as. President of almost every club and captain of most sports in school, made him the busiest guy, but you will never find him lose his cool. He always has the sweetest and cutest smile plastered on his face, not to mention, always there to lend a helping hand whenever he can which furthers his appeal. With a boy-next-door beauty, you can’t seem to find a flaw in him. But there’s definitely missing in his life: a girl to fit at his side. This had all the girls sign up for the list of being “his lucky girlfriend”. Although this is the case, this young lad declines any overture from over-friendly and flirtatious girls surrounding him. Many guessed that maybe he’s waiting for someone that is just as perfect, not one tainted image that could ruin his. In the end, they are all just rumors, simply to entertain and bring hopes to those girls. Perhaps, this guy just needs a little daredevil to change his oh-so-perfect life into a beautiful, chaotic life that will have him grasping for that life-line and one thing that will held on…forever.

Name: Enrique Renzo Moretti

Nickname: Enrique/Eric

Age: 17

Description: The smooth “Bad Boy” who is always the talk of the town where all the girls drool and have the guys cower beneath him. Rumored to be from a family of a well-known Italian Mafia organization, he’s the most feared young elite and has all the girls want him more. Gifted with formidable fighting skills and a leader of one of the biggest gangs in town, had him mostly in dangerous situations. A fighter with a handsome face that could be mistaken as an angel is totally the most sought after bachelor in his generation. Known as a womanizer, overbearing bastard, no one has unravel the true Enrique Moretti. He portrays the arrogant ass and the trouble seeker, but perhaps beneath such charade, lies a softie, sweet, adorable Moretti. And now, for the first time, the bad boy has fallen in love… perhaps, being a little romantic won’t hurt to get the girl that had his heart beating every second and made living worthwhile.

Name: Ivan Matthew Dickenson

Nickname: Ivan

Age: 17

Description: A handsome man with gentlemanly manners. He’s known for his sweet and polite gestures to women that many are taken under his spell and believe themselves to be in love with him. Being the President of the student body, he conducts himself as a role model. “Always follow the Rules” is his Motto. Girls find this law-abiding attitude adorable while the guys find it a pain in the ass. He exacts punishment to those trouble-makers and make sure the students do the right thing. A certified hottie, he could have any girls at his beck and call. Many girls may be drooling over him and he may like the attention but this virile man will only stick to one.

                Now that he’s opening a new page on his life, he’ll discover that sometimes breaking the rules is worth the risk… especially to get the girl that he loves.  

Exquisitely Unique. Definitely Incomparable. Devon Seron.

She’s Beautiful and Hot
Be Jealous coz you're not
She keeps her head high
Coz’ she knows she’s right
She has the sweetest smile
And She got her own style
You try to bring her down.. but baby.. you ain't successful

She’s naturally Smart
Dancing and Singing is her Art
People Envy and she takes Pride
She lives her life and doesn’t try to hide.
She doesn’t wear make-up and she loves to eat.
She’s naturally Beautiful and Naturally Sweet
Unlike you who always fake a sweet smile in
front of her when the truth is you despise her!

She has good days and she has bad
It's easy to make her laugh..
Easy to make her sad...
Easy to make her happy.
Call her a Slut, when the truth is it's you.
She embraced the title coz she knows it's not True.
Try to start rumors, you got nothin' on her.
If people believe them, the more popular she’ll be
Stay out of her way coz girl, you can never be her.
Keep that in mind and stay away.
She’s a Vixen and a freaking Classy one…
Yeah, you're a hoe and a very nosy one!

(Devon, just be yourself, stay sweet as ever.)