She lied to me. Not once, not twice. This entire time. To her, I was the "cliche Mr. Popular," the star quarterback who owned Friday nights. To me, she was the goth geek in the bleachers, playing clarinet in the band. Despite our differences, I climbed through her window every night. Even when we started college. She was the only person who truly understood me, and I couldn't stay away from her if I tried. Our connection was hot and toxic, but we never dared to put out the flames. We fell too hard, too fast… And this wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that I was already dating someone else. Her sister.