"I saw it! That day on the playground, you were touching his face and smiling at him!" she said.
Feeling helpless, I crossed my arms and leaned against the door. "Is it not allowed to pinch my brother's face?"
"Everyone knows you're not real siblings! You're just using the brother-sister label to get closer to him. You're shameless," she said harshly and certainly.
I snorted, staring provocatively at her. "So what if I am? Do the same if you can. Oh, by the way, except for his parents, I have been with him for more than ten years. You can't replicate that."
She glared at me with widened eyes. "Just you wait! I'm going to tell him!" With that, she ran off to find Kenny. I followed her and observed them from ten feet away.
The girl spoke earnestly and urgently, but Kenny remained unmoved. I saw his lips moving, but I couldn't hear him. The girl froze for a moment and then ran off in tears.
Kenny glanced up at me and flashed a smile. I skipped over to him, affectionately patting his head.
Since childhood, people had always tried to sow discord between us, but none had succeeded. Just like this girl, they came confidently and left in dejection.