Unclaimed, Not Sorted [Random]

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A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating for like two days or more because like today I was just really tired and yesterday I was studying like for at least ten hours, at least that's what my planner says, because to be honest, I don't really remember. Anyway, so I didn't have time to write and I didn't feel motivated, you know? (Promise I'm halfway through the Carey chapter) So yeah, this was very random but I hope you like whatever I write below :))

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"Wait a moment. What do you mean, you don't have the wristband?''she stared at him accusingly. "Stop lying. I know you have it. Everyone does.''

"Maybe I'm not part of 'everyone', then,''he whispered quietly, pushing his hair to the side so he could look at her more clearly, but instead found himself staring at the ground awkwardly.

"No,''her voice was quivering slightly now. "No. It can't be,''she repeated as he avoided her eyes for probably the first time in a very long time. She was supposed to understand. Wasn't she?

"I-I...I thought you would u-understand,''he stammered.

She looked as if she had seen a ghost. "You're serious, aren't you?''

He didn't say anything but nodded, showing her his writing-free wrist, praying that she wouldn't leave like everyone else had. It must've sufficed, because her eyes widened.

"Brooke-''his voice broke a little as she avoided looking at him. "I promise, it's not what it looks like. Maybe I'll get it later on-''

"No,''she shook her head, looking disgustedly up at him, and his heart sunk as he saw the disgust, the hurt, and the fear in her eyes as she spoke."You're a demon, a monster, a weirdo. I can't believe I was ever friends with you.''

"Please, Brooklyn-''

"I'm sorry, Theo, but I really have to go.''

And without another word, she left and never looked back, leaving Theo alone to fall to his knees and examine his wrist. His empty, handwriting free wrist.

Would he ever have a friend again?

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I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE CALLED BROOKLYN OR THEO SO PLEASE DON'T HATE ME XD