Mum looked over at James while he just stared at Hugo. Their facial expressions were almost.. Unreadable.
I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood. My stomach had a sickly sinking feeling, and I was left wondering if this was the worst thing we could've done.
James spoke first.
"Hugo.. Seriously?" His tone was mildly angry.
"Yes" frowned Hugo.
"We wouldn't say anything if we weren't serious or sure about this" I inputted awkwardly, seeing that James was expecting more of a response. "Mum?" I then asked. "You.. You understand, right?"
She looked at me in disbelief, confusion and... Shame?
"Babe.. I really.. I don't.." she stammered, starting to trail off.
"You promised, mum." I felt like a helpless, miserable little girl. "You promised... You said I wouldn't have to choose."
She looked down and seemed to think, her perfectly plucked brows furrowed in concentration.
"It's just a bit.. Well.. Weird, isn't it?" she then asked.
My vision became blurry as the tears gathered in my eyes.
I couldn't believe it. My only somewhat friend. The only one who never bullied me through all those years. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.
I couldn't bring myself to look at her.
"How is it weird?" piped up Hugo.
"Because you're brother and sister" James said frostily.
My head abruptly snapped up.
"We're not brother and sister!" I protested.
"We're step brother and sister" Hugo pointed out, strongly emphasising the step. "It means nothing."
"Look, Hugo" James said condescendingly, sitting up. "I understand that it must be nice to have someone who understands you, but you can't go out with any person just because they understand Autism and Aspergers."
"Dad!" he yelled, standing up.
"It's true" James shrugged, relaxing into his seat.
"She didn't know" he hissed through his teeth, before storming off.