I got. Stacy didn't even glance back for a second as she matched forward, each step filled with purpose. I was glad that she was coming here, don't ask me why. I also didn't w

and and a helmet in the other. I took that picture and I remembered it like it was yesterday. She had been so happy to go skating and her eyes were gleaming with pride. Marilyn was always full of life until she wasn't. "She seems cool." "She was cool," I replied Stacy. Stacy sighed as she turned around. "I'm really sorry." "You don't have to be." "So," Stacy let out, about to change what we were talking about. "What do you do?" "That's a big question." I followed her to the dinning where we both sat. "So?" Her ears perked up. "I'm into a lot of things but mainly, scriptwriting and I teach in college too." "You teach? What college?" "You are going to be impressed." Stacy sneered. "You don't impress me." "California State University" She was impressed. Her mouth literally dropped on the table. "You were saying something..." I said with pride, shoulders held up with ego. Stacy rolled her eyes. She leaned back and a little admiration leaked on her features. "It's a little cool but only a little. Now I see why Lisa wants to go there." "Where are you going?" "I'm not sure yet." "Where did you send applications to?" "Central State and..." she hesitated. "And California State University but I only put that because Stacy said it was a better choice for my course of choice." "And what's your course of choice?" I was interested in knowing about her. It felt good to know about her without going to Lisa. It was almost like we could have a relationship outside of what she had with Lisa. This way, Stacy wasn't just being my kid sister's friend, she was also being my friend. "Media communication." I let my chest heave with a sigh. "Heaven knows I was expecting to hear psychology." "Because that's Lisa's choice? I have a choice of my own and a life of my own." She was offended and she got up. I was quick to mirror her actions. "You don't have to be mad. I wasn't trying to get you mad." "Oh really? Because it seems all the Jerome in the world have a thing in common. My dad gets me mad, I come here to cool off and you dish your own crap to me." "Yo. Calm down, Stace-" I tried to hold her. She tore her self from me. Pain shot through my elbow down to my fingertips. "Don't call me Stace!" Her eyes were buring with anger but they softened as soon as I gripped my elbow in pain. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I couldn't let her see the wound. "I'm okay," I said, moving away. She didn't let me go that easily. "You're not okay. Let me see." "It's not a big deal." "Let me see," Stacy commanded, then added a soft plea. "Please." I should have still kept away but I lost the strength to fight her. If she pleaded with me for anything, I would give it to her in a heart beat. She rolled up my sleeves carefully. I couldn't stop looking over my shoulder. Elena couldn't see this, she couldn't see me in this state. I would not be able to bear her disappointment. Stacy let out a gasp when she saw the tear. It ran from my elbow, stopping an inch from my wrist. The Red and purple skin