“Don’t be an idiot. Just go to the lake until things calm down.”
My sister was telling me what to do, as usual, because she knows everything.
“I’m not going to run away,” I countered. “I can handle those guys.”
Sydney groaned. She did that a lot, mostly when I didn’t do what she wanted, which was always. Sydney and I might have looked like each other—we shared the same dark hair and blue eyes—but that’s where the similarity ended. For one, I’m better-looking. The guys who tried to get with her probably had a different opinion...