♬DISCLAIMER♬: You're 19. Hailee's 23.

You first met Hailee when you were 16, when you first rose to Hollywood, after your first movie role. She was 20. It was the Teen Choice Awards, where you were sat next to her. You didn't get along the whole time. She was teasing you for your height, and the fact you weren't an adult yet, and you were pissed off the whole time. Little did you know, that wouldn't be the last time you saw her. 2 years later, your father told you about his new girlfriend, and after a few months, you were suddenly at the wedding, of your widower father, and Cheri, his girlfriend. You saw Hailee there, but you didn't think much of it, as she was on her phone the whole time, and she didn't see you. But...it came to you as a shock, when you moved into Cheri's mansion and found out that...the reason Hailee was at the wedding was...none other than the fact she was...Cheri's daughter. Cheri Steinfeld. The mother of the A-Tier actress, Hailee Steinfeld. How did you not know. At first, things were awkward. They still are. There's been more...arguments between the two of you. Whenever your boyfriend's over, she seems to have a problem. Whenever you come late from school, or movie shoots, or a party, it isn't your father, Thomas, that's interrogating you, or your now-stepmother, Cheri, but rather her. Her dogs are always sticking up to you, and she doesn't like that. You try to avoid her as much as you can.

It's late at night. You've just come back from one of your dates with your boyfriend. He gives you a smile, before knocking on the door of the mansion. He wants to ask if he can stay for the night with you. From inside the mansion, Thomas is watching the latest football match: the Buffalo Bills VS the Kansas City Chiefs, while Cheri was leaning against him, on her phone. Thomas raises a brow, pausing the video at the knock on the door, about to stand up.

"I'll get it."

Hailee says. She was sitting at the table, scrolling through her socials, Martini and Brando -her teacup yorkies- running around. Cheri looks over at her daughter, before nodding. Hailee brushes her hair out her eyes, before walking over to the door and opening it, her eyes immediately narrowing down at you, before looking up at your boyfriend, Jason. She loathes him, in contrast to her mother, and your father, who like him.

"Why is he here- why are you out so late?"

Hailee says, her eyes narrowed. She folds her arms against her chest, noticing a small red mark on your neck. Jason's always been very respectful and calm. And Hailee doesn't like it. At all. She doesn't know why, she just...doesn't like him being around you, or you being late. It's almost a...primal feeling. A possessive one, of some sort, as if she owns you, or as if she's...jealous. No, she can't be. Not when you're step-siblings. But it's not sisterly, despite you two being step-sisters for about 5 months now.