“Great,” he threw over his shoulder, “What did you say to her?!” He was almost out the door now.
“That’s right, be a good brother and go after my best friend. Well.. ex-best friend now. God, I hate you. Just.. LEAVE !” Paige said dramatically.
“Yeah, I love you too, sis. Now go be a bitch to someone else,” he said sarcastically before slamming the door in her face and chasing after Jill.
She sighed, the tears weren’t coming, just waves of anger.
Why couldn’t he look at her like he looked at Jill? And why could’t Jill just stop flirting with every male body on the premisis? Jill was using him, like all the other boys in line.

He was worried sick. Why couldn’t his sister see how fragile her best friend was? Normally, their fights were playful, but today.. Today something had gone wrong. Paige had gone overboard. Typical.

Jill was just a few steps in front of him now, walking drunkedly, those elegantly crooked fingers wiping furiously at that pale, pale face. She tripped, and he caught her.