BLAKE’S POV
“Doesn’t it seem weird to you how unnaturally happy Anthony is?”
I did not anticipate the slamming of my locker that followed after my statement and the long, frustrated sigh that accompanied it.
“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked, already dreading the kind of trouble I was in. Lately, it felt like just my mere existence was pissing Crystal off. She sighed and rolled her eyes and yelled at the slightest things that I did.
“You! Your constant obsession with my brother and his love life. That’s what’s wrong.”
“I’m not obsessed!” I said, whiningly. “I haven’t spoken that much about his love life either.” She gave me a deadpan look and faced her brother.
“‘Babe, have you noticed that Anthony smiles more now than he did before? Babe, have you seen how late he’s getting home lately?
