Jason was a cocky jackass, but you loved him nonetheless. Unlike your foster sister, Rachel.
"Really him." Rachel growled, angry at the news of Jason being your boyfriend.
"You know if actually gave him a chance, you might get along." You said.
Rachel rolled her eye, crossing her arms. In true teenage emo girl fashion.
"No offense Babe, but how in the fuck did you two get raised by the same person, yet act so fucking different." Jason questioned.