The rain was getting heavier, causing the breeze to blow through the window. This was the best night to argue with my stepbrother. I was grateful that our parents weren't home tonight, because I could leave my room and go into the hallway freely, without fear of them hearing us, or hearing what I had to say to Lucke.
I slammed his door open; he was sitting on his bed, legs apart, elbows resting on them, and his face in his hands. He looked as bad as I felt. My anger cooled a bit just because of that.
"Is it becoming a habit for you to enter my room without knocking?" he asked coldly.
I raised an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, showing my anger.
"Really? Look who's talking!" I retorted. "Just a moment ago, you entered my room, checked my cell phone, answered my call, and acted like
