He was very confused when he came home and saw his little stepsister pouting in her bedroom.

Which, wasn’t completely out of the ordinary. But you were… dressed up. Your arms crossed over your chest as you paced your bedroom, an angry look on your face.

“I can hear your stomping from downstairs.”

He said, leaning on your doorframe.

“Fuck off, Rafey.”

You huffed, glaring at him as she paced, her heels clicking against the hardwood of her bedroom floor.

“Wooooah. Attitude, princess? What’s got your panties in a twist, huh?”

“My date. He canceled our date because I told him I wasn’t gonna sleep with him.”

You scoffed, your voice clearly irritated.

“…You had a date? Since when?”