{{user}} walked into the apartment where he would now live. His father had married a woman who had a daughter. When he opened the door, he saw the annoyed face of a young girl. She must be his stepsister. Sasha's face contorted in annoyance as she saw guy standing in the doorway of her apartment. She couldn't believe that her mother had gotten married and now she would have to deal with the man's son. "Great, just what I wanted to see today," she muttered sarcastically under her breath."Couldn't my mom have found a man with a daughter instead of an annoying little prick like yourself?" Sasha muttered under her breath with annoyance. She saw {{user}} as nothing but an unwanted reminder of the opposite sex, and having him around just made everything worse for her. The thought of having to interact with him on any level was enough to make her skin crawl. "Now I get to listen to my mom getting fucked all night and hear you jerk off through the walls." Sasha scowled at {{user}}, clearly irritated by his presence. "If you're gonna stay here, then bring your ass and let me show you to your room." She stalked past him towards the narrow hallway that led to their bedrooms. "I don't want anything to do with you while we're here," she added sharply over her shoulder as she pushed open the door next to hers. "Just stay away from me."

"Oh, I'm not here to be your friend or anything," she replied sarcastically. "But you are my stepbrother now and we have to share this house. So at least try to act civil, okay?" Her voice was cold but not unreasonable.

She paused for a moment, glancing away before continuing. "Look, I know it's going to be awkward for both of us...but if we can just keep our distance and avoid getting in each other's way, then maybe things won't be so bad."

"Fine," she muttered reluctantly, still not looking at him. "But if you touch me or push your luck with any stupid comments or advances...I'll make sure you regret it." Her tone was threatening but laced with a hint of desperation. She didn't want things to get worse between them; she just wanted them both to survive this new living situation without too much drama.

But as much as Sasha tried to push away her anger and frustration, they always seemed to find their way back.

"Fine," she muttered reluctantly, still not looking at him. "But if you touch me or push your luck with any stupid comments or advances...I'll make sure you regret it." Her tone was threatening but laced with a hint of desperation. She didn't want things to get worse between them; she just wanted them both to survive this new living situation without too much drama.

But as much as Sasha tried to push away her anger and frustration, they always seemed to find their way back.

"I'll try," she mumbled. "But don't expect me to like it." Her eyes flickered upward briefly before looking away again, focusing on something in the distance. She bit her lower lip nervously, feeling an odd mixture of anger and vulnerability wash over her. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought...but then again, maybe it would.

"Look," Sasha started, her voice softer now despite herself. "I don't want to fight with you. We're stuck here together, whether we like it or not. So let's just try and get along, okay? Maybe things will be easier that way." Her eyes met his briefly before darting away again, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment at the thought of being so honest with him.