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I was manipulating my phone when my door barged open and Ryan walked, I quickly sprang up from my bed wondering what was going on and why would he enter my room like that.

“What do you want, Ryan?” I fired at him, standing up from my bed and wearing my bunny slippers, while he closed the door behind him.

“And you can't just come into my room like that. How many times do I have to tell you?” I shot at him annoyingly while he began taking his steps close to me, his eyes studying me like a predator.

After, the break incident with Shirley in school, he disappeared for the next class, and I was least unbothered about him.

“We need to talk,” He said in a deep voice, his eyes holding some sort of emotions I can't place thoughts on.

“About what?” I asked, folding my hands on my chest, scowling my face at him.

“Us,” He uttered, and I flapped my eyelashes at him surprisingly.

'What does he want to say now?' I thought.

'Or is he tired of his little game?' I smirked.

“Well, what about us?” I aske