Chapter 22

• Kyle Storm
• I regret pouring Pop Soda on her the other day. Every time our eyes meet, the resentment in hers cuts deep. She doesn’t like me—actually, she probably prefers my brother. Just thinking about that annoys me.
• The day she first came into our house, I was beyond disappointed. She looked nothing like I’d imagined. Her head was too big, her eyes too small, her teeth even smaller. And those breasts… I could almost imagine what they’d feel like if I ever touched them.