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London p.o.v
I was walking to practice with Nayla

Me: are you okay

Nayla: not really

Me: what's wrong

Nayla: I think we broke up

Me: aww nay

I gave her a hug

Me: what the hell happened

Nayla looked like she was about to cry

Nayla; well he saw me and his brother talking well I wasn't really talking to him

Me: and

Nayla: and Sean basically snapped on me

I shook my head

Me: so what did Markus want from you

Nayla; he was asking if I seen Sean and if I was his girlfriend and before I could say anything Sean popped up

Me: damn

Nayla: yeah and he started yelling at me

Me: listen fuck him..and his brother

Nayla: yeah I guess
End p.o.v

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