Kyla’s point of view. 

Now I always find it extremely funny that people think I’m stupid. I guess I shouldn’t, but I’m weird like that. I mean, just because I don’t get straight A’s and pass with the minimum grade does not mean I’m stupid. It simply means I’m lazy. Few people realize there’s a difference, it’s just my cross to bear I guess.

Even my best friend thinks I’m dense. Spencer is a sweetheart, really she is, but sometimes I think she’s the dumb one. Like I couldn’t spot the glances, the full on ‘I’m zoned out and can only see Ashley’ looks that would befall my poor love struck friend. I feel sorry for her and that’s the only reason I haven’t called her on it yet. You see, I know how deeply she feels for Ashley, it’s written on her face so clearly sometimes I just want to grab her and hug her. Promise her it will all work out. But that’s a load of crap, I know that, because when it comes to my beautiful stepsister nothing will just work out okay. She’s so wrapped up in her own sadness and grief, she would never see what’s being offered to her. The happiness that was so in her reach if she could just pull her head out of her ass long enough to see it. Well me, little old me is going to help her yank it out.

Now I know there could be a few obstacles in the way, like the fact that Ashley appears to be one hundred percent straight. Add that to the fact that dear old shy Spence won’t make a move even if I shove her into Ashley’s arms and I guess you could say I got my work cut out for me. Now as previously mentioned I’m inclined to be lazy, but that does not mean I won’t make a supreme effort when the occasion calls for it. This, I think, is one of those few and far between occasions.

“So thanks for inviting Spence along, that girl really needs to get out of the house more.”

Ashley barely acknowledges me, just giving me a distracted ‘Hmm.’ while she concentrates on the road.

“Yup, it can’t all be boring books and stuff, you know? I mean sure, she’s a totally hot genius that’s probably gonna end up going to Harvard or Yale, but it’s still not healthy if you ask me. She deserves to have some fun.” I glance at her again and notice she’s at least nodding her head, like she agrees with me. “You could totally help me with that, you know?”