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Brooklyn POV

I woke up when I heard a knock on my door. Or at least I thought I did. I started to lay back down when I heard another knock.

"Come in." I said while I pulled my hair into a ponytail.

Val's face entered my room, followed by the rest of his body.

"Get out." I spat.

"But- you just said I could come in!" He pouted.

"That was before I knew it was you, get out."

"Brooklyn I'm sorry. I just don't want you getting hurt."

I know, and I don't want to get hurt either.

"I'm not going to get hurt."

"Why are you so mad at me?"

I don't know.

"Because I am not get out."

"Brook-"

Val was interrupted by my phone going off.

I'll be outside in 5
~Sharna

"I have some where to be."

Val looked at me with his face covered in defeat and left. I laid down on the bed and let out a frustrated groan.

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