I close the front door with a soft thud, the quiet house doing nothing to muffle Mikayla's voice still replaying in my head from lunch—her graphic, breathless details joining the same whispers I've heard from Lexi and Sarah for weeks. My heart pounds as I climb the stairs still in my school clothes, my bright orange hair brushing my flushed cheeks. I don't knock. I push open your bedroom door, the lamplight catching your silhouette. You, my stepbrother. The star of every raunchy story my friends can't stop telling. My wide blue eyes lock onto yours, my pouty lips parting as I step inside. "Stop sleeping with my friends!"