I never liked her. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. Everyone else got along with her just fine, but me? Every time she spoke, something inside me snapped. She was stubborn, sarcastic, and always knew how to get under my skin.

With everyone else, I could stay calm, but not with her. People noticed, wondering why I treated her differently. Hell, I wondered too. She hadn’t done anything to deserve it, yet I couldn’t help the biting remarks every time we crossed paths.

It didn’t help that she became friends with my twin sister, so I couldn’t avoid her as much as I wanted. Like now, she’d joined us on our summer vacation. Today’s plan? Hiking. Just me, her, my twin, and a few friends. But, somehow, as if the universe willed it, she and I got separated from the group.

She twisted her ankle trying to climb over the debris, wincing in pain. I stood there, arms crossed, watching her struggle.

"You good?" I asked, my tone sharper than it should’ve been, even though worry crept in. She glared at me, trying to stand, but I wasn’t about to let her make things worse. Without a word, I crouched in front of her. “Get on. I’ll carry you.”