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Brandon: Oh, come on.

Brandon: Bash, I need more info.

Sebastian: I don’t have more.

Connor: I wasn’t there for your girl. I didn’t even know she was there.

If he didn’t even see Lil… Who the fuck followed her?

Brandon: You know. You two are just perfect. One who has falling girls at his feet but not the one he wants, and the other is a fucking stalker. Communication is key, guys.

Connor: I’m hungry. Communicated enough?

Brandon: Sorry, need to correct. Is a fucking stalker who acts like a baby.

Bash: I’m with Connor. I’m hungry as well.

Blake scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “You guys just gonna stare into your phones or talk with us?”

Connor: Ditch the girls?

Brandon: Fuck no! I got Naomi here. That’s like one in a million.

Bash: I’ll get you another chance.

Brandon: I hate you two.

“Come on. We have class anyway.” Blake turns on her heel, grabbing Naomi’s arm.

Connor: That was easy.

Naomi hesitates, glancing between Brandon and Blake with a frown. “Bye, guys.” The other girls follow after them in a flurry of indignant whispers.

I stand up and walk over to the kitchen, hoping to put on the best I’m sorry look I can.

“Don’t give me that look. I hate you.” Brandon points with a spoon at me.

“Sorry, I’ll get you another chance. Promised.”

“Need her schedule? Phone access?” Connor already types away on his phone.

“God, how did my cousin get so creepy,” Brandon says.

Connor shrugs and sits on the kitchen counter.

“At least spill what’s going on,” Brandon says. “You’ve been moping around that girl here all week.”

I drag my hands down my face and stare up at the ceiling. “I don’t know, alright? She’s been avoiding me all week and won’t answer any of my texts.”

“Texts. I could punch you right now. How about you talk with her?” Brandon says.

“How? Break into her dorm?”

Brandon and Connor both look at me.

“No,” Brandon rummages through the fridge.

“Yes, too early,” Connor says.

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