Chapter 17

Three days later In the past few days, I have been keeping a distance from my alluring stepsister. I spend time in my room, playing video games to avoid her. I also persuaded my mother to let me skip the family dinner because I felt uncomfortable. When she and Tron were dating again yesterday, I only met her once. I stayed at the window for 10 minutes, watching him pick her up, and then staring at the car they drove away. I know I'm sad, right? Who am I "never chased by anyone, now act like who knows she only thinks of my guy as a girl simp. I lay on the bed and put on headphones and sighed. When I heard the knock on the door, I check the music list on my phone, hoping to find something that can boost my mood. I took a look at the time, 4:00 pm. Mom and Dad should be still at work, so she can only be alone. When I think of her face, My heart hurts slightly, " Harley, these ." I immediately jumped up. Now the pain in my chest is gone. I want to run to the door, tear the door open, take her into my arms, and rotate her eardrums with her joyful laughter. But I can't. I need to calm down-what does she want to? Did she change her mind? Did she finally realize that she felt the same as me? I walked to the door hesitantly, my hands a little wet. I open the door. She "wears a cargo of short shorts and a gray tube top, looking irresistible, but she is effortless in the African hairstyle. She is so effortlessly beautiful. When she smiles, my heart is trembling. I want to stretch out my hand Stroked her cheek, then pulled her into a passionate kiss. I bit my lip and groaned; it was "too ugly to her and didn't touch her. "Hi," she whispered. "Hi," I replied, but I can't hear my voice in my beating heart. "We're about to start the movie again. Do you want to join?" When I realized that she hadn't changed her mind, my heart sank. No, she came here only to fulfill her promise of becoming a friend in the first place. "We?" I asked, disdain in my voice. "Uh, yes, Tron and I," she replied, making my heart jump from my stomach to my feet. Anger surged in me. "Are you fucking serious? Why the hell should I watch a movie with you and Tron? "I...I just want to." "You will tell me you don't care about me or my feelings. Yes, you made it clear in the treehouse; there is no need to wipe it. "From all the pain I ended my voice cracks. "Male feeling. " Harley, I don't care ... " She started, but I don't want to hear it. "Save it," I said, interrupting her. If she cared a little bit, she would know that letting me watch her and Tron make each other would be one of the most difficult things I have to do. When I glared at her, she looked away. "I'm sorry to disturb you," she said, closing the dive downstairs, her shoulders drooping. When I watched her walk away, my heart ached. Damn it! I clenched my fist and slammed the door shut. I jumped onto my bed, grabbed my earphones, and slammed them from the top of my head on my ears. I played the first track I encountered, hoping to take my attention away from her, but it didn't work. I growled and stopped the music. Why would she ask me like this? Does she seriously want to rub her on my face and move on? keep going? I sneered. She must first get the feeling to move on. She only cared about Tron. I frowned, took off my headphones, and jumped off the bed, both annoyed and full of jealousy. When they hug and kiss, they can't watch a movie in my house. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I will not allow it to enter my house, I declare, but what can I do? She also lives here, so I can't just ask them to leave. Before the perfect plan appeared, I paced my room for a few minutes. The theater breaker is on this side of the house. I know it is because I often turned it off when I was young. Whenever my father held such a party, he refused to let me attend. Of course, as I grew up, I was allowed to go to parties, so I haven't played with them for many years. I hope I still remember which switches turned off which lights. Oh, well, I will find a way. Before going downstairs, I smiled into the mirror. I am like a cat thief, sneaking into the theater to listen to the beChansonning of the movie. At the beChansonning, I rushed to the lounge and turned off all the circuit breakers in the half of the house. I know this is stingy and naive, but my jealousy takes precedence now. They'll be fine. As long as they are not here, they can find other places to investigate. I sneaked back to the theater and witnessed the result of my prank. They should leave now, but when I walked to the door to take a peek, I could only hear their relaxed voices. "I don't know the lights of the rich will be turned off," Ina said, although I should be angry, it made me laugh. "It may be that there is a power outage in the area," Tron replied, erasing the smile from my face. "How long do you think it will be out?" "I don't know. It may take a few minutes or a few hours." "Do you want to go to the movies?" she asked. Yes, they should go to the movies, I scream at myself, but Tron has other plans. "When I leave the most beautiful girl alone in a dark room, why should I leave? What can a man ask for?" I clenched my fist-he "Yes. All I did was create an atmosphere for them. I'm stupid. I should slap myself in the face. "I don't like Dark T," she replied, ignoring his compliments. Wait, she doesn't like the darkness of it? I don't know this. A sense of guilt swept over me-I was the reason she knew nothing about this loser. "Wow, my baby is afraid of the dark? Come here; I will protect you." I gritted my teeth. Who is he calling his child? She is not his. "I'm not your baby, I didn't say I was scared — I said I didn't like it." I made a fist pump. Yes, she is not his child. If she is someone " S, she" will be me. I need to overcome her obstacle to rejecting me. I need her to leave our parents are together. 'problem. As they continued to speak, I sighed. I should really leave and espionage. She won ' T drop me if I continue to serve the poor. I have one last look. Tron turned on the light of his phone and shone it on her face. She glared at him and pushed his hand away. I chuckled. She is the most beautiful of her when she's frowning. It makes me want to kiss her frown. "Baby, calm down. I want to see your pretty face," he said, leaning over and kissing her. When their lips met, my heart sank. She is mine; I am the only person she should kiss. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to pull him away from her, but I knew I couldn't, because she would hate me. She ISN 'regressed mine; she will never be mine. I should be used to it. I walked back to the circuit breaker, turned on the lights, and then quickly let my car on the road and drive to Chole's house.