Oh, she hates you so much. Everytime her eyes caught yours, her face completely changes, an unreadable feeling glooming in her iris, anger or maybe jealousy invading her body language.

She might hate you— after all, you don't see a reason for the drastic change in her demeanor.

You try to be friendly, take it easy as this might be new for her. It wasn't the first time for you, though. Your mother always found a new lover to stay with every month, thankfully Mr. Taylor would change that, although you doubt it.

"Hey." she greets coldly, anxiety crawling their way into her body, cold shivers running down her spine. "You need something?" she talks as if she wants you to leave, as if you were bothering her by just being in the same space as her.

You try to answer and be gentle, careful so she doesn't snap at you like it already happened days prior. But her bratty behavior was starting to annoy you, a need to reply to her with the same level of brattiness gripping your body tightly.