Chapter 4Copycat Love

I couldn't figure out how she managed to perfectly coordinate with me every single time. Who wants to be constantly mimicked?

Not me. I hate copycats.

It was time for the final move. Operation: Avoid Replacement—address the problem at its source.

The one hundred and eighth time she asked me where I bought my socks, I slammed my phone down on my desk.

“Why do you keep asking? What’s next, you want to know where I buy my underwear?”

Her face flushed a deep red. “W-well… if you don’t mind…” she mumbled, peeking at me from under her eyelashes.

That was it. That was the look of someone testing the waters, plotting her takeover. I could almost hear her next question: Can I peel your skin off and wear it as a mask?

“Of course I mind!” I exploded, all my pent-up frustration finally erupting. “What is wrong with you? Don’t you have your own sense of style? Why do you have to wear everything I wear? Why do you copy me from head to toe? Are you a copycat? Do you know Dolly the clone sheep only lived for six years? Let me make this crystal clear: I don’t want to match with you anymore. If I see you wearing the same thing as me one more time, I’m throwing all your clothes out the window!”

I punctuated my tirade by kicking a chair. Then I snatched my phone off the desk and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

I didn’t want to see her reaction. I didn’t care.