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                            Chapter 4
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"I can't believe you all bailed yesterday bro, i was so excited to go shopping" Savannah groans crossing her arms

"Sorry" I say

"Don't you apologise, i get why you bailed, you want to go home, i know that" She smiles

"So which one of you told her i wanted to go home?" I ask Chris, Nick and Matt

"Are we just forgetting about yesterday? You don't accuse people of fucking doing stuff before you know for sure" Chris says

"It was Chris" Nick snitches

"Well i was right, you can't just stay mad at me forever" I say

"Yes i can" He looks away from me

"Come on Chris, you know you can't" I say

"Yes i can" He repeats leaving the room

I follow him out

He goes to his room

He shuts the door but i open it

I walk in

"Prim can you just leave me alone" Chris says lying on his bed

"No, you're being dramatic, i know i shouldn't of blamed you for something that you didn't do but you're acting like i killed someone" I cross my arms

"Okay so? I don't care, maybe you did kill someone, maybe that's why you got sent here" He sits up

"You're joking right? I could never kill someone Chris" I say

"Yea? Then what did you do?" He asks once again

"Why are you so obsessed over what i done?" I ask

"I'm just curious and your like this mysterious person who just moved in, i literally know nothing about you Prim" He says

"Wait where the hell did the nickname Prim come from? Everyone calls me Rose" I ask

"Well i like Prim more" he says

"Anyways no one knows anything about you, you're just a red haired girl with severe attitude problems" Chris says

"I do not have attitude problems" I sit down beside him

"Yea you do, why wont you just let anyone in?" He asks

"Bro we just met like 2 days ago? I don't have to tell you anything" I say

"Fine then, but i'll find out who you really are trust me" He says

"So we good now?" I ask

"I guess" He rolls his eyes

"Good you were getting on my nerves" I stand up

"Oh i was getting on yours?" He stands up in front of me

"Mhm" I mumble

He takes a step closer to me and i back up

He takes another

And i back up once more

My leg hits his bed

Fuck

Why is he staring at me like that?

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