"Who the hell is Bren?!" He demands, stepping closer to me. I back up into the wall behind me and raise my eyebrows in confusion. "Who?" I ask. "That's what I'm asking you! Who the hell is Bren?" Ryder shouts, clearly aggravated. "I don't know! Why are you asking me?" Ryder's eyes hold nothing but anger as he whips his phone out of his pocket and shows me his messages. "I didn't send that!" I defend myself. "Obviously you did! It came from your freaking phone! Who the hell is Bren?!" Ryder…
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