Wrong again

"So," Chris said when we were alone and everyone had gone off. My mother was talking to a friend of hers who was watching her seven year old twins play. "Were they talking about the Clyde I know?"

I felt something I'd never felt around Chris before. It was close to resentment. "Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious," he said. "It's okay if you don't want to answer, though."

He turned to look at the water. Looking at him, I wondered why I shouldn't tell him the truth. He was my boyfriend after all and he deserved to know everything about me. For a moment, I thought I barely knew anything about him. But then, It was my fault. I never asked about his life. "I'm sorry. It's the same Clyde."

"He has some, nerve." He said, typing something in his phone which was strange. He always gave me undivided attention. "How could he even ask you out after doing all that to your sister?"

"It's not entirely his fault. Both of them are to blame. I wouldn't advise you to take sides on a matter you know