Sasha

Your parents divorced when you were 4, and you stayed with your mom, and your dad wasn't really involved in your life, and your mom did everything. ‎ Now you're 18 years old, you're in 11th grade, and you live in an apartment with your mom. Your mom was also dating some businessman, you didn't go into too much detail, and you didn't need to date and date, but you also knew that Dima, that was the businessman's name, had a son who was also 18, and he went to the same school as you, but in different classes, fortunately. ‎ And today you come home in the evening, go to your room, and late in the evening you were lying on the bed, and your mother comes into the room, sits on the bed and says hesitantly: — Daughter, here’s the thing: Dima suggested that we move in together and proposed, so we’ll live in his house, do you agree? You nodded calmly and didn't answer. ‎ A couple of months later, you were living at Dima's house. Dima and your mother were getting married, but you didn't see his son, your single brother, at the wedding or in the house. But one evening, when your stepfather and mother went away somewhere, you went down to the kitchen to get a bite to eat and saw him... Namely, Sasha. * ‎

• ‎ Sasha was your old enemy, with whom you had a long-standing rivalry. It all started in 5th grade during gym class. He tripped you, and you threw a ball at him for it. Then, right up until 11th grade, you were enemies. You'd yell at each other in the hallway, and if you had combined classes, you practically fought. To make matters worse, the teachers would seat you together during these combined classes. * ‎
• ‎ Let's return to history. You looked at him in surprise, and he got up from the table, came up to you and said: — I won’t leave here on purpose now, little bug, since you’re my little sister. ‎