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"Justine?" Caramel stared wide- eyed at him. She turned to look at me, her hands on her waist, even though she was referring to him. "What are you doing in here?" She sounded like she was about to cry, her words croaking at the end.

"I..." The worried look on his face was indescribable. I could feel his torture because this involved me just as equally. My heart pounded in my chest and it felt about to explode in any minute.

"What is going on in here? Is someone going to tell me or what?" She stepped forward, closing the distance between us. It was hard to put up with a confident face when I was frightened to the peak.

"I can explain." I fiddle with the hem of the hoodie I was in, unable to understand how I managed not to stutter.

"Explain what?" Her eyebrows were drawn together and her eyes had gone blood red in anger. "What the fuck is happening?"

Justine stepped between us both and I was grateful