Sweetie was quite content to fully avoid the frustration that blood had forced her to call him brother. Honestly, she did not want to deal with the boy who would not even try to see her side of things for the life of him. The boy who wished that she had never been born. The boy who everyone else treated as a golden child. He did not even deserve to be Head Boy.

Dealing with the mess, that she wished would just get cleaned up, was not something that she could deal with right now. She couldn't deal with him right now. It was not like she could deal with anyone else, but he was the hardest person for her to deal with at the moment. Part of her was utterly dreading any words from his mouth.

The way he said her name, it was so insulting to hear. "It's not my fault that I was named that awful name." She mumbled. But, rather than sound angry, or frustrated, she sounded sad. Such emotion was taking over her so much that everything she said would most likely sound sad and close to depressed.

From his tone alone, it was clear he did not care at all. And that set her off once more. Damn him. He had to make everything worse. Everything. "You don't care, you never do. You didn't care enough to see my side of things, you didn't care enough to tell me in person that we had just lost our own mother, you don't care about me and you never have. If you absolutely have to know, my frie- ex-friends have taken a thrill to teasing me, and know just how to hurt me. Just like you." She exclaimed accusingly, sobbing. Her body shook, and she hated herself now for all of this. This was not something that she was comfortable with, ever. She hated when people saw her like this. The only one she could even trust to see her like this was Ruskin... and Honey.

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