Learning to be Sister's [discontinued]

Anastasia Ten

Anastasia Ten

 

When Anastasia saw that Azeala had thrown milk in Ford’s face, she didn’t know whether to be shocked or proud of her soon to be sister. She watched with wide eyes as Azeala walked away, her blonde hair hitting Ford’s face as she stalked away from him.

Ford stood perfectly still for a few more seconds before he ran a hand over his face and angrily marched out of the cafeteria. Ana bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling in satisfaction.

Too caught up in her own mind, Anastasia failed to notice Jonah walking up to the table. They hadn’t spoken in a couple of days. Ana was still annoyed with him, and he seemed to get that she needed time to calm down. He knew that he had messed up. He didn’t understand why he grew mad whenever he remembered the fact that his best friend had kissed the school’s biggest douchebag.

“Hey,” Jonah said as he set his lunch tray down and slowly lowered himself onto the chair.

Anastasia met his gaze and all emotions quickly disappeared from her face. “Hey,” she replied as she sat back and continued to pick at her untouched fries on her tray.

“I’m sorry for acting like an asshole,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” Ana shrugged. “I’m sorry, too. I overreacted.”

Jonah gave her a small smile, “So we’re okay?”

Ana eyed him for a few seconds before returning his smile. She hadn’t realized just how much she had missed him the last couple of days. “Yeah,” she said as she leaned forward and reached for his bottle of yellow PowerAde without asking. He laughed when he saw she was stealing his food and drinks like she had always done. “We’re fine.”

 

 

Anastasia was in the middle of preparing herself a sandwich when Azeala walked in. Her blonde hair was up in a messy bun, her face was free of make-up, and she wore a pair of pink calf high yoga pants and a baggy grey sweater. It was rare when the blonde was home, usually spending all her time with her best friend and coming home when Anastasia was in the comfort of her own bedroom.

Azeala slowed her steps as she entered the huge kitchen and blankly stared at the brunette as she spread Mayo onto a piece of wheat bread. Azeala too was hungry and had come downstairs to make herself a sandwich. Seeing as all the ingredients she needed were already out on the counter, Azeala reached for the loaf of wheat bread and took out two slices. The two girls worked in silence as they each prepared their own sandwiches. Each working around each other as they used different ingredients and passing them to each other when one or the other needed it.

They hadn’t spoken a word to each other in weeks. They avoided each other at all costs at school, and at home. Both of their parents were getting annoyed. Each telling them to talk things out but both girls were stubborn. Anastasia knew Azeala hated her, and Azeala was still hurt. But both girls knew that sooner or later they were going to have work things out.

“Here,” Azeala said as she handed Ana the bottle of mayo and mustard. “You forgot these.”

Ana took the bottles and gave her a small smile, “Thanks.”

Azeala nodded as she twisted the tie on the bread and put it back in the cabinet. With a final look around the kitchen to make sure everything was put away, Azeala grabbed her plate, her small baggy of chips and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Ana to sit alone at the kitchen table. And although the two had only spoken five words to each other, it was the most they had conversed since the night Azeala found out about Anastasia and Ford. But in a way, Anastasia knew it was a step in the right direction.