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Witney POV

I can't stand Derek and his friends. They've been picking on me for the last three years. I don't even know what I did to him. I know what I will do to him if he doesn't stop though.

Brooklyn and I took a nice leisurely stroll to Starbucks to talk and get some coffee and next thing you know I have coffee all over my head.

If Brooklyn hadn't dragged me out of there Derek and his friends wouldn't have made it out of there alive.

God I hate him.

It's scary to think he and Julianne are even related. But they are. And I feel bad for her. She's so sweet and he's like the devil in black jeans and a flannel.

I got out of the shower and put my hair in a towel. I took another towel and wrapped it around myself and made my way to Brooklyn's room.

The one thing I love about her being one of my best friends is that I have almost half my wardrobe over here just incase I sleep over out of nowhere.

I pulled out under clothes and a pair of leggings. I put them on then threw on a camisole and went to Brooklyn's closet. One of her dad's hoodies were hanging on the hook so I picked it up and put it on. It smelt like her dad.

That's sounded really weird but it did.

I went downstairs and into the living room. Brooke was in there doing her homework. She's such a nerd. But she's a pretty nerd.

"Hey I know you're just dying to share some of those answers with me right." I said.

Brooklyn rolled her eyes. I pulled my books out of my backpack and put them on the table and started my math homework.

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