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Blank Lines; 5

I turned to him, my eyes narrowed. What was this? Sophie never hated anyone. At least not to their face . He had to be over at least a head taller than me, but I wasn't intimidated. Noone messed with my family, no matter how crazy they were.

He looked blank, shocked almost. I hesitated. What is this really about? I cleared my throat.

"Um, excuse me. What the hell was that?" I asked sharply. He turned to me, blinking as if he just woke up from a dream. "You gonna' answer me?" I snapped, taking a defensive stance. I'd never seen Sophie like that, not even in her worst moments.

He furrowed his eyebrows, his long dark lashes narrowing over his eyes. They were dark now, like the ocean. He looked almost angry. No, more like uncomfortable.

"I.....Don't really know." He admitted, facing me with a shrug. I glared at him with a look that could burn a hole through his head. He fidgeted nervously.

"What do you mean you don't know? There had to be a reason for... for that!" I gestured to the door, flinging my arm out to the side. His eyes darted to the door. He looked unsure. That's when i became sure he knew exactly what was going on.

"I've never met her in my life." He lied. He was a good liar, i almost doubted my theory, but i knew Sophie and she never just exploded out of the blue like this. It wasn't like her. His eyes turned cold as granite and he glared right back at me, his feirce expression mirroring mine.

"Stay away from her. Or it will get ugly." I growled. And he snorted, a snide chuckle escaping the once charmingly pink lips. He seriously thought i was joking! His face twisted into a smirk and he leaned cockily against the door. I let out an exsasperated breath.

"Now get away from me to." I demanded, my temper starting to boil over. I couldn't help it. I was a hothead by nature. Comes with the red hair.

"And just because you live here for the time being, don't get to comfortable. I think we'll all be glad when you're gone." I hissed, thinking back to my fathers uncomfortable silence, Sophie's fury, and the disgusted looks on the rude twin's faces when he came back at them with his smug remark about me. All he was doing was complicating the things i thought i'd just figured out.

I turned on my heel, storming away. My head was pounding painfully, like it always did in stressful situations. I suddenly felt so exhausted. I wasn't used to the emotional rollercoaster this day had been. I was starting to realize just how much everyone tip-toed around me.

Today had been so weird, i just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the week. Or at least until this problem named Lucas was gone, for sure.

On the way to my room, i passed my dad's office.

He was talking on the phone, his voice hushed. I caught a few snippets of what he was saying, enough to catch my interest.

"Yes.... He's Back.......I don't know...... Worried rabout how this will effect Remi..... yes, I'm aware."

My heart sped up and i got that feeling in my stomach, you know the one you get when you do something you know you're not supposed to, and i turned away from the door, walking quickly before i could hear anything else.

I just didn't have the mental capacity to think about what any of that could mean right now. The tired sound of my dad's voice had a meaning, for sure, but i couldn't bring myself to wonder what. I'd had more than enough for the day.

Then it dawned on me. My father was hiding something from me. I was shocked at this realization. Then i remembered, Sophie was also hiding something from me. They never hid anything from me. Or so i thought. My father wasn't one to keep things from me.