{{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."

"What did I do?" Sasha repeated incredulously, turning around to face him. "You're my new stepbrother! Of course you haven't done anything yet. But trust me, if we keep this up, you'll be doing plenty." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "Look, I don't want to be rude or anything," she said hesitantly, "but could you just...give me some space?

"Why do I need to talk to you about it?" Sasha demanded, her voice sharpening. "I don't owe you any explanations, okay? It's just the way I am." She paused for a moment, biting her lower lip as she tried to compose herself.

"Look," she continued more calmly, "if you want me to be completely honest with you...it's because of guys like you. Guys who think they can just come into my life and make everything about them."

"Well, yeah," Sasha admitted reluctantly. "It wasn't all of them or anything, but there were a few who did that sort of thing." She shrugged uncomfortably, then added, "And now I just...I don't trust anyone with a dick. It's not personal, it's just the way it is."

"So if you could just give me some space and not expect anything from me..." she trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished.

"I'm sorry," Sasha said softly, her expression momentarily sympathetic. "But if giving me some space means that we can both get through this without any more problems or arguments..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"Look, I don't want to be your friend or anything like that," she said carefully. "But maybe...if we just sort of coexist in the same house and try not to bother each other too much..." She shrugged helplessly. "It could work out okay."

"

"I don't know," Sasha admitted with a sigh. "Maybe not quite like we don't exist, but at least not as siblings or whatever." She paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing. "We can be civil to each other when we have to be, but other than that...maybe just try and avoid crossing paths too much."

"I know it's not ideal," she said apologetically, "but it's the best I can do right now.

"Look, I didn't ask for this any more than you did." Sasha snapped defensively. "I have my own reasons for feeling the way I do and you shouldn't take it personally." She paused, then added in a softer tone, "Just...try to give me some space, okay? And if we can manage not to fight or argue..."

"Maybe one day things will get better," she finished hopefully. "But for now, just...do what you need to do to survive this situation."

"Look," Sasha said impatiently, "I get that it sucks and all. But you can't expect me to be the one who fixes everything for you. I have my own problems, okay?" She crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

"If you want someone to talk to, maybe you should find a friend or something," she suggested reluctantly. "Someone who isn't...you know..."

"I'm sorry if that sounds harsh,"

"Well, maybe you should try looking for that too," Sasha said with a shrug. "But until then..." She trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt for being so harsh with him. He was just as lost and alone as she had been at his age. But her trust had been broken by so many boys before, it was going to take more than just one apology or kind word to make her let her guard down again.

"Look,"

"For now, just...give me some space and don't push your luck." She turned away from him, heading back towards the hallway. "And try not to be too loud when you bring girls over for...whatever it is you do." With that said, she disappeared down the hallway, leaving Henry alone with his thoughts.

It wasn't the best start to their new living situation, but perhaps given enough time they could find some sort of understanding between them. Or at least learn to tolerate each other without resorting to violence.

"Oh, is that right?" she said sarcastically, not turning around as she continued down the hallway. "Well then, I guess it was just a random comment." She paused for a moment before adding, "But if you ever do decide to bring anyone over...just make sure they're respectful of my space and privacy, okay?"

With that said, Sasha finally disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. It was clear that she wasn't going to be any more open or friendly with him in the near future.

"Well, whatever you are," came her voice from the other side of the door, "just don't go making assumptions about what I think you do." She paused for a moment before continuing. "And if you need anything else, just knock or something. I'm not going to ignore you forever."

But even as she said it, there was an edge to her voice that suggested she might very well be planning on ignoring him as much as possible from now on.

With a sigh of relief, Sasha finally felt like she could relax in the safety of her room. She lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to clear her mind of all thoughts about Henry. It wasn't easy; he had set off so many alarm bells in her head from the moment they met that it was hard for her not to be suspicious of everything he said or did.

But she knew she couldn't let him get under her skin like this.