"What you mean she's your step sister?" I asked, getting upset at the fact that Heather kept something like this away from us. She was basically living with the enemy and didn't even tell us.
It all made sense as to why she knew so much about Oliver that not even Zara knew. They were practically sisters already.
"My dad married her mother and we have been sisters for for at least five years now." Oliver rolled her eyes with a smirk lingering on her face. She was clearly amused by the whole situation.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Trisha growled at her.
"I was, but when she started being racist and what not. I felt like if I told you guys you would stop being friends with me and I - I didn't want to lose you guys." She said, on the verge of tears.
I looked at Trisha the same time she looked my way. I was not expecting her to start tearing up over something simple as this. I was upset with her for lying to us and making it seem like she had nothing to do with Oliver. When they were basically family.
"Oh, quit it with the crocodile tears." Oliver sneered. I looked at her with a glare. How dare she be so mean even when someone was vulnerable?
"Oliver, catch your flat ass out here before I knock you in your head." Trisha said, stepping to her.
"If you put your hands on me, I would call 911 in a heart beat." She snickered.
"Bitch, go ahead, hopefully they'll save you from this Ray rice ass whooping ima give you." We simultaneously said.
"Yeah, use your white privilege to get us in trouble." I scoffed and slammed the door in her face. I turned back to Heather, who was now sobbing on the floor.
We sat beside her, I rubbed her back and Trisha held her hand.
"I'm so sorry." She croaked out. I tried to assure her that everything was okay.
Even though she did something trifling it was out of good intentions and I couldn't see my friend crying over whether or not we'd still be her friend. Heather was a good person and a good friend.
"Let me tell you guys, I feel like you deserve it." She sniffled, wiping her tears away. "Okay, Oliver and I were best friends, basically sisters. Her mom had left her at the hospital with her dad alone and my dad well, he died before I was even born."
I lowered head, feeling a bit bad that they both missed apart of their childhood. Not having a mom or dad sucks and sometimes I wished I could share my parents to people who don't have.
"We bonded because we had a missing parent and a parent that the other didn't have. We had play dates and always invited our parents to get them together so we could be sisters. Eventually, our parents did started to date and they eloped. We were finally a family. It was good for awhile."
"What happened?"
"She started to hog my mom and my mom eventually ignored me. I started to hate her, it was like she was the daughter my mother never had. I distanced myself from the family. She figured out why I was mad and blamed me for not being good enough."
Oliver really was a wicked girl. Hearing the pain in Heather's voice made me feel sick. How could someone neglect their child for their spouse's child. It was absolutely disgusting.
"Before we were a family Oliver and I were inseparable so when we became a family no one thought anything like our parents getting married. They still think we're best friends because we arrive at the same time and what not."
She broke down into tears again and all we could do was hold her and tell her everything is going to be okay.
After our soap opera we decided to go watch movies in the living room and just have some fun. Her mom was still at work and her dad was in his room. Oliver was in her room with Beck.
Oh my gosh. Beck and Oliver were back together, but I didn't care, well I did. I like Beck and when he told me he could never be with me it had honestly hurt my feelings and pride. But, I wasn't going to worry about some guy that was hung over his racist girlfriend. I could get myself a fine dark brother.
Can I get an Amen?
We all sat in the living room, snuggled up in our blankets watching Beyond the Lights, so far it was a good movie.
"This dude is fine." Heather mumbled and we laughed, knowing she was down with the swirl.
Soon Beck and Oliver came down the stairs. They sat down with us and it became very quiet. I got up and headed back to Heather's room to get my phone, because I remembered I had to text my mom what we were doing.
I unlocked my phone and went to message my mother.
8:53 - we're watching a movie and about to go to bed.
I knew we weren't going to bed any time soon, it was only eight soon to be nine. Once I had put my phone down, I turned around to see Beck.
I tried to walk out of the room but he stood in front of me and closed the door. He closed the door and prevented me from leaving.
"I lied." He breathed out.
"You lied about what?" I asked, curiously
"I lied about not wanting to be with you." He confessed and I honestly felt as if I was on cloud nine. "My parents were in the room listening to us talk and I had to say what they wanted to hear. They're as racist as Oliver is."
"Why are you telling me this? I'm not your girlfriend." I snorted.
"They want me to marry Oliver and I don't want to."
I gulped, hearing the news. How could parents force their kids into marriage. This world was honestly so screwed up.
"Milan, I like you. I really do and I want to be with you. I don't want to be with Oliver. Please, give me a chance."
"I can't."
"I can do something to help you change your mind."
"What can you do?" I asked, uncrossing my arms. He stepped closer to me and within seconds his lips were on mine.
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