“Brooklyn—‘’

The door slammed in his face was what he got in reply. She dashed into her room, her tears on the verge of falling.

“That fucking dickhead!”

Brooklyn cussed under her breath, throwing her phone on her bed.

Xander… he was getting on her last nerves.

Her door pushed open, and she glanced at it, watching him saunter in. Her blood began to boil as she turned to face him, her eyes narrowed.

She didn’t want him in there. Didn’t even want to see him. Not after ...