I didn’t feel like I owed him anything!

At my house my sister was home. She was carrying her baby on her hip.

“Where have you been?!” she scolded.

“Um.”
“Hello, I’m Trevor, and you are?” he asked sweetly.
“She been with you? I heard ‘bout you! Go home!”

Leave it my sister to go all parental. I got defensive.

“Hey! you can’t talk to him like that, you’re not my mother!”
“I’ll tell her who you’ve been with, and you’ll wish I was, ‘cuz when she’s through with you, I’ll look like an angel!”

I pushed past her, ignoring her and cooing to my little nephew, who smiled at me. He always smiles.

I went to my room. Without Trevor. “Who does she think she is? She’s only 16! She’s had boyfriends since she was my age! It’s my turn!” I told her off to my teddy bear.

A fist rapped my window lightly. Trevor was standing there.
“Get out of here! I’m in enough trouble! I don’t want to speak to you!”
“So you don’t want to leave? Prove you’re old enough to make your own decisions?”

He knew what to say. I considered it.