Dionne
As Peyton and I walked toward the car, I felt like my brain was on overdrive. My dad’s comment at the bar, that question, "In what world do step-siblings kiss each other?"—kept replaying in my head, like a broken record I couldn’t shut off. Why did he have to say that? The way he threw it out there so casually, as if he knew exactly how to hit a nerve, just left me even more confused than before.
I didn’t care what my dad thought. At least, I’d always told myself that. But now I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing the wrong thing? This feeling I had, this undeniable pull toward Peyton and, crazily enough, toward all of them… Was it real, or was it something I’d somehow made up?
I’d never been the kind of girl to chase after guys. In fact, I’d avoided it, even when some tried
