When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E112

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E112

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“You have it easy; you like my brother and he likes

you- you just don’t realize it. I have to put up with a

sister who’s prettier than me and who constantly

gets called the better looking twin when we’re

identical! You’re not commonly mistaken for a guy

because of the way you dress! You’re pretty! You

don’t understand!” Sierra exclaimed.

“Sierra, what happened?” I asked her.

She sobbed. “Blake was talking to other girls.”

“Were you guys dating?” I asked her and she sobbed

again.

“Yeah, he cheated on me with Ann the Man,” I heard

the hatred in her voice as she talked about Annabel

Manhattan, a sophomore who is nicknamed ‘Ann the

Man’ because she’s always around guys.

“I was cheated on before,” I admitted. Sierra was

silent.

“You were?” she questioned.

I made a sound of confirmation. “By a guy named

Arthur; I thought he was the best person ever. He

was athletic, smart, and hot.” She laughed

halfheartedly at that. “It turns out that he wasn’t really

into me; it was a prank. He didn’t like me. He never

did. He cheated on me with my worst enemy and

my ex-best friend.”

“But… you seem okay?” Sierra responded.

I made another sound of verification. “Yeah, I am.

And you will be, too. And don’t listen to whoever

says that Sabrina is prettier than you because you

guys are identical; you just have different styles and

personalities. You’re two different people who

happen to look exactly alike,” I replied.

“We are, aren’t we?” she asked me.

“You are. Forget about Blake; he’s stupid,” I

responded.

She was quiet. “He really was; he was taking a

seventh grade class because he failed it three years in

a row.”

“And he’s a sophomore?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“You can do way better than that, Sierra. Just wait,” I

told her.

“I will,” she replied. “Thanks.”

“For what?” I asked.

“For listening,” I smiled at the familiar words before

hanging up the phone. Now to call Waverly because

if I don’t, she’ll blow up my phone…okay, that can

wait until later.