"Hey, bastard, do you know where Ansel's favorite gun is?” asks Kyle as usual with his big mouth and loud voice, barging into my room without permission. When he looks up and sees Alessia he stammers like an ïdiot, his mouth opening and closing, "You know, his paint gun? Have you seen it?"
"Yeah, I'll give it to you later.” I answer turning my eyes to Alessia, expecting an accusing look from him to me full of suspicion or something, but she just smiles at my brother like it's nothing.
Is she really that ignorant, she’s not even a little suspicious? It's hard to believe. I even start to feel sorry for the girl.
"Okay, uh, mom wants to ask you something," Kyle lies widening his eyes at me in the least subtle way possible. Alessia just laughs and lies down on my bed as if she's done it a m
