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“You sure he’s actually their son?”

I shrug my shoulders “His mom said it on several occasions”

“Huh,” she says “Wonder why”

I snort “Well, it was a little clear once I saw theether They hate each other”

“Maybe they have so on,” she says off-handedly

We’ve arrived at the ice creaed her attention I decide to let it go I’ve heard of siblings hating each other It happens Nor doesn’t exist unless soh

What are you hiding, sweet Ryan?

“Hey,” a voice chirps from behind me The sounds irlfriend

Amelia turns and her face drops She’s never been formally introduced to Alison, but she knows exactly who she is And she also knows the bitch tried to sabotage my relationship

Light brown hair, hazel eyes that change colors depending on the lighting, and a boht Even more so when I talked to her

“Hey, Alison,” I reply coolly She has the audacity to look nervous

“I’ you I just wanted to see how you’re doing?”

I try not to blanch, but I do anyway Amelia’s brows drip in confusion I clear my throat

“I’m fine”

Her shoulders drop, along with her voice as she whispers, “I really wish you’d listen to me”