16. I'm sorry

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sixteen . I'm sorry
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JUNE 3RD, 2024
Begging... again.
kate's pov

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"DO YOU think that'll work?" I say hesitantly, and Summer shrugs.

"I'm honestly not sure, but if Brady agreed on if, at least it's a decent idea." Summer smiles sadly at me, and I flop down on my bed, groaning in annoyance.

"Hey, don't get down, I'm sure he'll get over it." Lauren comforts.

"You don't know how mad he was." I mumble into the pillow, and Lauren sighs before calling Brady and putting in on speaker.

"Hi, Noony. Have you spoken to Connor?" She asks.

"Yeah. He's really upset, but it's definitely possible to get him to forgive Kate, I think he just needs convincing. I tried, but he said he didn't wanna hear it." Brady explains. "It'll probably have to be Kate."

"I'll go talk to him!" I shout immediately. "Anything to help me get him back, I'll do it."

Lauren gives me a pitiful look, but she nods.

"Okay. Noony, we'll be at your house in a few minutes." Lauren tells him.

"Alright. I'll be waiting. Bye, sweetheart." Brady replies, and Lauren smiles.

"Bye-bye, Noony."

Lauren hangs up and grabs the rental car's keys, motioning for me to follow her out. Summer decides to stay here because she thinks she'll feel awkward just... being in the noon's house, so she said Lauren and I could go without her, but we should update her once we make some progress.

We head to the noon residence and Lauren knocks on the door. Brady let's us in and they head to Brady's room, leaving me to unfortunately have to face Connor alone.

I begrudgingly walk up the stairs, hesitating before I knock at his door. Is he gonna get mad at me again?

I finally shake off my worries, letting them go as I knock on his door.

"Brady, go the fuck away! I don't know how many times I have to say I don't want you getting involved!" Connor shouts.

Well it's sorta late for that...

"It's not Brady." I mutter, and there's no response for a little, and then suddenly the door opens.

When he sees me he attempts to shut it again, but I stick my foot in the doorway, knowing he won't slam it knowing I'm at jeopardy.

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