Forced Siblings

Bitter

A/N

Hey guys, Idk why this took so long for me to write; maybe I just didn't know how to end this chapter off. I'm basically setting up for the next chapters, so I hope you guys enjoy.

Teresa's POV 

It was Sunday, the day before school was set to start again, when I glanced down at my phone and noticed Stella's name flashing on the screen. I hadn't heard from her since Friday, the day she abruptly ran out. Without hesitation, I answered the call, eager to hear what she had to say, fummaging my phone in the process.

"Hello?" 

"Hey," her voice was the same as ever, except a bit hesitant.

"Are you okay? Why did you run out like that? What did coach say to you? Or was it me?" I couldn't help but hit her with questions when I heard her laugh on the other end of the phone. "Stella, this is not a laughing matter. Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm okay. I was calling because I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come by." I was surprised—more than surprised—flabbergasted even. Before I met Stella, Scott and I automatically became friends through Alvin, and he never invited me or Alvin to his home. I don't think he's ever invited anybody to his home. We don't even know what his siblings look like, and we've been to events where they were there. So, when she told me that she wanted me to come by, I was stunned and also excited that I would be the first one to visit her house.

"Yeah, okay. What time?"

"I don't know, maybe like an hour from now." Her voice always seemed nonchalant, but I knew her well enough now to understand that she was as bexcited as Iwas.

"Okay, I'm there. See you in an hour."

"See you, bye."

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After walking towards the porch, I rang the doorbell, and a minute later, Stella opened the door.

She wore a light gray long sleeve and yoga pants that emphasized her shape. I felt like a proud mother, seeing her embrace her body. She texted me later, telling me to wear something chill, so I wore a white cropped sweater and black flared leggings.

"Come in."

She led me around. The house was big—really big. I knew that Stella and Scott's family was rich, but I didn't know that they were this rich. I looked at the walls, seeing the awards and some family photos with young Stella, and I'm guessing there sibblings when they were young too. Even in those photos, Stella still didn't smile much, but she was adorable.

"Aw, is this you?" I asked, pointing towards a picture of her, her hair sticking out as she was wrapped up in blankets, her face peeking out a little.

"Keep moving," she said, pulling me up the stairs by the arm as I tried to get other glimpses of her home. We went into her room and sat on her bed. We talked and laughed about everything. She told me that she was having a headache and how bad it was. I was a little skeptical, but I didn't wanna push her.

"I have to ask, why did you call me over?" I asked starting to notice something different about Stella now a days. I don't know; maybe it was the way she started to smile more or the fact that her face was much more expressive than usual.

"I don't know; I guess I was just bored."

"What's going on with you?" I asked, knowing that beating around the bush wasn't ganna get me anywhere with her.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why do you seem different? I gasped, coming to my own conclusion. "Are you seeing someone?"