Something About You..

Part 34: Grey As the Sky

(Grey's P.O.V)

"Dad, I have plans. I don't want to go check on Sasha right now." I said.

"Go check on her, then you can do whatever you want. Especially getting out of my sight."

Well, that's hurtful, douche. "Yes, sir."

I walk out of his office as he begins pacing. The entrance to the house looks like a ball, with those double sided stairs that lead down into the entrance. Those lame ass glass chandeliers, at the top of the roof; right in the center. Honestly, there's three of us. It would have been more beneficial to get a three bedroom house, with a garage. That way we didn't have all this empty space, full of stupid (expensive) "antic's". Just cause something is old, doesn't mean it's necessarily pretty or valuable.

 I make my way up the stairs to the right, closest to dad's office. Go figure. I head up to Sasha's room. Hers is on the left side of the house. It's the first door on the left down the hall. Then there's another hall on the right side. That leads to my parent's room, mother's office and a bathroom. My room is next to Sasha's. There's also a guest room and a bathroom on the left as well. The kitchen is under Sasha's room, downstairs. Then the living room is on the right, under the parent's room. We also have a bathroom on either side. Under the center of the stairs is the backdoor to the "Grand hall" my father calls it, but really it's just a gardened pool with a lounge area and mini bar. 

 The house is too big, really. I hate it here. I know it sounds weird to hear, like fancy, rich things usually please people. But it really bother's me. It's not fair. We have all this nice stuff for no reason. I don't understand it. 

Anyway,  why didn't she go to school? It's Monday.

Knocking on her door three times, nothing. 

Knock again...  Ah, there it is, the creaking of her floor. She's moving now.

"What?" Sasha says.

"It's Grey, can you let me in. Maybe stop locking the door?" Brat.

"Oh, it's you." She was unlocking the door then opened it, letting me in. 

"How are you?" I ask, not really caring though.

"I feel like no one cares about me." Sasha said pouting..

"Oh honey... Get used to that." I glare at her smirking. She throws a pillow at me. 

I grab it throwing it back at her. "You know I am kidding. What's wrong sis?"

"I had a shitty few days, Rey. We went to the dinner and you ditch me. You sent Nathan to my table. I never even asked you to do that. You literally ran off to be with Alex.. Ew. Fucking Danny left me for her! I feel like crap." A few tears ran down her cheek silently as she held a straight face. I feel bad now.

"I didn't ditch you. You always talk about how Nathan is "sooo cute", and he is, so I sent him your way. Yes, I wanted to talk to Alexia. But she is a nice girl, who you could grow to like." I point to her smiling.. "She can be very impressive." I lean against her desk smiling. 

"Don't even, you'll get your hopes up. You like her don't you?" Her eyes were daggers, her arms crossed over her chest. 

Her eyes had sadness in them, and I did feel bad, but I don't have time for this, with her. As her brother I feel obligated to help her feel better but I have plans. "I love you, Sasha. I care, promise."

"Yeah, sure you do." She says sighing, releasing her arms from her chest. She looks so down. "I love you, too, Rey."

Pulling my phone out, I quickly type "Hey cuteface, whatcha doing?"