THE MYSTERY DREAMER

CHAPTER 27: STUCK ALL ALONE.

Everyday, everyhour,
Turn the pain,
into power.

-The Script
(Superhero)

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Ria's pov:-

"You seem down today. What's the matter?" I asked Brandon.

"Nothing. My sister thought it would be wonderful to wake me up in the middle of the night by dumping a bucket of water on my head. "

"Aww...I missed it." he shot me a flat look.

"Ok ok stop sulking. Be a big boy!"

"Says the one who tortures her alarm clock everyday."

"Hey!"

"I speak nothing but the truth, Ria."

"I hope she throws you in the pool today." I said while walking away but not before fliping my hair.

"Bitch!"

"Come up with something new Brandon." I could hear Paige laughing in the background.
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"I wanna take you home with me."

"Never in your widest dreams, Zeeve."

"Don't be like that."

"Like what? And please stop pouting, you look like you are constipated."

"Stop playing hard and the constipated look is better on your face."

I looked at him with my mouth wide open.

I had no comeback.

Uggh...dear brain, take a jog down the memory lane.

"Speechless?"

"Nope. I don't respond to stupid statements."

"But it was the truth."

"Shut up bastard!" I hissed

And the rest of the lunch passed with me and Zeeve bickering like three year olds.
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"Wait Paige!" I turned around to see Brandon chasing a crying Paige.

She ran past me and straight out of school. I saw Brandon kicking the lockers in anger.

"Brandon! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Ria. Ria she...sh-she doesn't want to talk to me anymore."

"Brandon come with me. We'll talk somewhere else." he nodded numbly. Even though his face was blank I could see the anger in his eyes.

What exactly happened between Brandon and Paige?
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"Here." I said while handing him the coffee mug. "Now tell me what the hell happened back there."