Ash
"Ashley?" Sam stepped inside of my room. I quickly shoved my notepad under my duvet and spun to face him.
"Yeeeeessss, my dear brother?" I leant towards him, raising an eyebrow.
"Have you stolen my binder?" he asked, huffing impatiently.
"The clothing or the book?" I replied, glancing around my room. It was a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere, schoolwork and textbooks heaped high.
"The clothing, idiot." he rummaged slightly through some clothes.
"Nope. Tracy might have borrowed it. She mistakes it for one of her sports bras sometimes." I laughed bitterly at that, thinking about how ignorant my step-sister is. She always dead-named and misgendered Sam and constantly barged into my room looking for any evidence that I was gay so she could tell my boyfriend and my year and ruin everything.
"I'll grab it when she leaves." Sam said. He was terrified of her. He had the right to be. She was bitter and angry towards him like nobody had ever been. He wasn't used to being treated like he was a freak.
Sam stood awkwardly by the door, until he came up with something to talk about.
"Got any crushes?" Sam asked. I leant back against the wall and thought about it. The last time I'd really liked someone was years ago. At my old school. But that was a long time ago. I was older now. Smarter. Harder to impress.
"Nope. But there's a party this weekend so maybe I'll find someone there. And I have my first drama lesson tomorrow so maybe I'll find a hot drama nerd." Me and Sam chuckled at this comment.
"Well I'll clear off. I've got a hot date in four hours and I need to get ready." Sam winked and stepped out of my room, heading towards his.
I laid back on the bed. My boyfriend was good enough. For now.
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