It was one thing to take things out on me or hate me because I was with Berk, but to hurt her own brother? But that wasn’t what she called him unless prompted or in an attempt to push me out of a conversation. And the way she’d hugged him when she walked in. That wasn’t the hug of someone who thought about someone as a sibling. Was there a giant flashing ‘moron’ light above my head? Because there should be. This wasn’t about me not being good enough for her brother or her fearing I was using him. This was about her not wanting anyone else as competition.
