"So...how was school?" I asked awkwardly, biting my lip as I watched Stefan with his cute, boyish face eating a sandwich.

Stefan swallowed and smiled at me, his dimples appearing. Another trait he got from his mother. "It was good. It was Alex's birthday so we had cupcakes." He beamed and I looked away, unable to keep my eyes on his face.

Between Melanie and me, I was the more hurt about my father getting remarried to a woman named Camilla when I was eight. It angered me even more when I found out that I would have a new brother who was thirteen at the time, a brother I didn't want. And the last straw for me was the birth of Stefan, almost two years after Camilla and my father married.

So I wasn't as fond of Stefan as Melanie and my step-brother, Bryan were. I did love him, like any sister would love her younger brother, but it wasn't deep.

"That's nice." I smiled a little at his happy face.

He nodded. "Yup." He took another bite, then chewed. He seemed lost in thought and I marveled at how mature he was for an eight-year-old. When he swallowed, he tentatively said, "You seem sad, Rachel."

"Do I?" I asked dryly.

Stefan nodded. "And why doesn't Ben come here anymore?" he inquired in childish curiosity.

"We broke up," I said quietly.

Tilting his head with a confused look on his face, he pouted. "That sucks. He taught me how to play basketball and my teacher thinks I'm really good now." His expression brightened, but I was puzzled.

"When did he teach you?" I asked, frowning.

"Sometimes he would come over, but you wouldn't be here. So he'd wait for you," he explained. "That's when he taught me."

Thinking of the sweet side of Ben made me miss him badly. I blinked rapidly to keep the tears away and could feel hurt sinking me deep. I couldn't believe he'd done this for Stefan. He had always loved children and was also really good with them and basketball was his favorite sport. But Ben had never bothered to tell me he mentored by little brother.

What else did I not know about him? I asked myself and looked down. I was unable to look at Stefan's enthusiastic eyes anymore. It'd just remind me that the boyfriend I had had for two years was still somewhat of an enigma to me.

Then one thought crossed my mind:

Does Holly know him more than I do?