SEQUEL SEASON 2 CHAPTER 1

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SEQUEL YAAAAAY!! Chapter UNO🌺
Y/n POV

I'm so mad at Brandon for everything he has done. I haven't had a boyfriend in 4 years bc I'm scared of heartbreak. The rest of high school I started cutting. AGAIN. Brandon walked down the hallways making out with this girl named Leah. She hated me and bullied me for no reason. I still cut but I hide it with makeup. Anyways I have to work with him ugh my life is officially ruined😒.
Next day
I decided to wear *above* bc it was like 100°. (That's like the current temperature wjere  I live RN) I grabbed my sketchbook and some pencil,fabric and left to go to the studio. I saw that Brandon was already sitting there eating an apple. We decided to work on the sketches but boy was he being difficult. The snapbacks design wasn't right, he distinct like the outfit ugh see what I have to deal with😒. After going through 3 hours of him being a pain with designing my stomach growled as loud as a earthquake(do earthquakes even make sounds?). "Oh great I forgot to eat breakfast." I said sighing. "It's okay y/n I'll get you something" he said smiling and already heading out the door. I nodded as a thank you and grabbed some fabrics to make the outfit out of. Brandon finally chose something after what felt like years. He came back with a plate full of cheesecake! "Thanks Brandon! I love cheesecake! How did u know?" I said. "I remember"he told me. "Oh yeah" "I will be right back!" He said going downstairs again. After 10 min he wasn't back to my room(studio room)I went to look for him. I saw him making out with a girl. That girl was my freakin assistant. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed something from my purse. I cut deep in my skin and kept cutting. For being
1. Stupid enough to think Brandon with like me.
2. Dumb
3. An idiot
A/N: Sorry I can't come up with good reason I'm rly tired😂
I washed my face and cleaned up my arm and went back. Brandon was sitting there waiting. "Hey where were you?" He asked. "None of ur business" I snapped back. "Okay ge-" he was cut off by staring at something. I looked down and saw that my cuts and bruises were showing. Oh no.

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