"You do, don't you? You hate me?" When I didn't answer he took another step closer, his chest hitting mine. "Oh, you don't? You want to hate me, but you can't." He smiled cockily, anger coursing through me.
"Get out."
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"Stop doing this!" Michael yelled.
"Stop what?!" Brooklyn yelled back.
"Stop pushing away people that are trying to help you."
"I didn't ask for help now did I?"
"I didn't ask to fall in love with you, but guess what? That happened."