Learning to be Sister's [discontinued]

Anastasia Nine

9.

Anastasia heavily exhaled as she dropped her backpack onto the sofa and flopped down onto it. Jonah had just dropped her off after a silent ride. She was still annoyed with him. Still angry that he couldn’t get over the fact that she kissed Ford.

A part of Ana thought he was jealous, but then she laughed at that thought. How could he be? He was her best friend.

Deep in her thoughts, Ana failed to notice as her father strolled into the living room. She slightly jumped when he sat in the seat beside her. Ana glanced over at her father and gave him a tight smile.

“Hey, daddy-o.” she greeted as she kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs underneath her.

“We need to talk,” he said.

Ana let out a heavy exhale. She already knew what he wanted to talk about. He wanted to discuss Azeala and the silent war the two girls were having. Azeala hated Anastasia, hated her so much Ana was positive that if Azeala had the chance she’d strangle her in her sleep.

“Can we not?” Ana asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“We are,” he stated in a firm voice. “You two need to fix things.”

Anastasia nearly laughed, “Fix things? Dad I don’t think Azeala is the forgiving type.”

“Have you tried to apologize?”

“Does it look like I have a death wish? Her glare literally weakens me a little every time her cold-dead-eyes land on me. She hates me, Dad. There is no fixing things between us. I kissed her boyfriend. She thinks I slept with him, and her main mission in life is to make me miserable.”

“You have to try, Ana. You can’t just give up.”

“Give up like you gave up on mom?” she snapped with narrowed eyes. “Stop trying to get me to apologize to Azeala. What’s done, is done.”

Ana stood and tucked her brown hair behind her ears, “I’m going out. Don’t wait up.”

 

 

Anastasia sat on the park bench watching the elementary kids play tag. She smiled as she watched a girl with long fire red hair chase after a boy with blonde hair. Giggles filled the air with the distant yelling of their parents telling them to settle down. Anastasia had always had a soft spot for kids. She always knew she wanted kids of her own one day in the far, far future.

“Which one is yours?” a masculine voice asked her. Ana glanced up and met the eyes of the man who had been the reason that her life was slowly spiraling out of control.

Anastasia sighed, “None of them. I’m not a mom.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Ford chuckled. “But nice to know.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “Searching for a MILF?”

As Ford sat down, Ana moved away from him. “I bring my brother here after school sometimes.”

“Which one is he?”

Ford pointed to the blonde haired boy she had seen earlier with the girl with red hair.

“Let me guess,” Ana smirked, “Is his name Chevy?”

“Lincoln actually.”

Anastasia laughed, whole heartedly. It had been awhile since she laughed like that. “Oh my god,” she managed to say as she gasped for air. “I did not see that coming.”

Ford chuckled, “Most people don’t. My parents made a deal when they first got married: my dad would name any male they had, and my mom would name the females.”

“So how many brothers do you have?” Ana asked, curious.

Ford stretched out his arms against the bench back rest, his arm now behind Ana. “Just Lincoln.”

Ana’s smile faded and she cleared her throat when she realized she was talking with the person who had turned her life upside down. Standing up, Ana grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Bye.” She said as she headed back towards her car.

She heard heavy footsteps stomp against the sidewalk. Ford caught up to her, “Hey, hold up.” he tried but Ana wasn’t having any of it. She shook her head and gave him her best glare.

“I can’t talk to you,” she told him. “Not after knowing everything I know now. You’re asshole. You lied, cheated on your girlfriend, and then after you two broke up you rubbed the fact that you can have any girl you want with the snap of your fingers in her face.”

She thought back to when she saw Azeala crying and it only made her angrier with the guy standing before her. It didn’t matter if he could be a nice guy, who cared about his little brother, he was an asshole, and Ana had to remember that. “I don’t see what she ever saw in you,” and with one last glare, Anastasia pushed past Ford, knocking her shoulder into his arm as she passed him.