Kiara, at the age of Fourteen

Kiara POV:

I was running down the corridor when I suddenly bumped into someone, but before I could fall, I was held by a pair of arms. Aiden's pine tree scent wafted through my nose as a fresh stream of tears escaped my eyes. I grabbed him around his neck and cried.

Why were the twins so rude to me from time to time again?

What have I ever done, or what have they ever had a chance to hear that gave them the right to accuse me of something ...