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Mary's pov.

I was in my room, scrolling some videos on my phone when she came out of nowhere. She was looking angry, but then she hid it before getting to where I was.

It was Clara. She was sitting there, her eyes darting around in anger, yet she couldn't tell me what the problem was to my face directly. I kept quiet, acting like she was not in the room, and then she finally spoke.

"You said you've gotten over Cole, why then did you do that to them, huh?"

My brows furrowed trying to understand what she was talking about, but then it want just possible, it seemed like there was something wrong with her. What the hell was she talking about?

I knew that she didn't know anything about the whole matter, but then she was acting like she did which finally caught my attention.

"Clara, go straight to the point, what the fuck are you talking about, huh?" I asked, and she was unable to say anything because it all came as a shock to her. She was surprised that I was denying ever having anything