It was almost their 3rd anniversary, and Blythe Barrett couldn't wait to celebrate with her boyfriend, Trent York. She planned to surprise him at his apartment, to which he gave her the spare key to last year. They had been together since their junior year in high school, and she never had anyone love her as much as he did. Everyone else she knew preferred her older sister Lauren, including her parents.

After unlocking the door, she made her way to the kitchen, setting down the bag that she brought with her on the round wooden table, and started pulling out the pasta and candle, so that she could set everything up. Trent always told her that he loved her cooking, and that he couldn't wait for her to do it every day for him, even though he seems like he over some of her dishes lately. Blythe just had a feeling that he was going to propose soon; he had been secretive and hiding things, and she just knew it had to be a ring.

There was a knock against the wall and a groan, but Blythe dismissed it as the neighbors, who were known to make odd noises at all times of the day. After she finished filling up the pot full of water and pouring the bow tie noodles in, she started the boil when she heard the knocking and groaning again, only this time it sounded like it was coming from inside the apartment, but that wasn't possible because only Trent lived here and he was at work. So, she ignored it again.

As the pasta was boiling, she started on the sauce, as she pulled out the basil and kale from the bag so that she could chop it finely, the banging and voices began again, only this time much sooner.

"Lauren!" Trent's voice rang out in the less empty apartment.

Opening that door was one of the hardest things that she had ever done in her life, but what lay out in front of Blythe was the love of her life, Trent York, who had just finished sleeping with her older sister, Lauren. Because the one thing she thought that Lauren couldn't take from her, she did so with ease.

"Why?" Blythe asked as the tears started to form in the corner of her eyes.

"We are in love," Lauren smiled as she leaned all over Trent and ran her hand over his bare chest.

"You had to see this coming," Trent said as he pulled Lauren closer to him in front of Blythe, his actual girlfriend.

"No, and no." She was ready to throw something. "Why would you betray me, cheat on me, hurt me? You are supposed to be my sister, and you are supposed to be my boyfriend?" She pointed at each of them.

"It's not betrayal, it's love." Lauren looked at her and rolled her eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic, you were just a high school girlfriend that stayed too long in my life," Trent replied.

How could she have not seen this coming? Lauren always got what Blythe had, even if she didn't want it. She slammed every door in that apartment, grabbed what was left from her bag, her purse, and let the pasta boil over.

She called the only person she had, her best friend Ellie, and the only reason Lauren didn't steal her away was that Ellie used to be Lauren's friend until Lauren slept with Ellie's boyfriend. Which meant loyalty or love meant nothing to Lauren, and it made Blythe doubly blind for not seeing this coming, but she thought she was different because they were related. Blythe only lied to herself.