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YOU STARED at yourself in the mirror once you got home. The Hellfire club shirt staring back at you. You sighed once again and face palmed for stealing his shirt.
Still, the warm and fuzzy feeling of his clothes on you pooled in your stomach. You jumped at the sound of Dakota pounding on the door.
"CAN YOU STOP GAWKING OVER YOUR BOYFRIEND'S SHIRT AND MAKE DINNER? I'M HUNGRY AND I GOTTA TAKE A SHIT!" He shouted.
"SHUT UP, HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND AND I'M COMING OUT NOW!" You barked back.
"I ALREADY KNOW YOUR GAY!" You opened the door and glared at him. He had a little smirk on his face.
"I hope that shit hurts," you rolled your eyes at him, stepping out of the bathroom. You jogged down the stairs and joined Brooklyn in the kitchen. She sat on the counter doing homework.
"So... he isn't your boyfriend?" Brooklyn watched as you grabbed ingredients from the pantry.
"No. He isn't. I actually find him quite annoying," you remarked.
"Okay but you find everyone annoying," she smirked and cocked her head to the side.
"Brooklyn, he's the same kid that made middle school and most of high school hell for me. If I ever got a boyfriend, he wouldn't even be a tenth option," you folded your arms. "Got it?"
