Chapter 48

Brooke was in the living room, a laptop perched on her lap. Typical, I thought as I slid beside her on the grey couch, putting the plate on the coffee table in front. "Let's eat together," I murmured, facing her.
Brooke's fingers stopped the rapid typing on the laptop. She paused, breathed deeply, stared back at me. "I was under the impression that you're mad at me for doing that to you earlier."
A shrug from me. "We're best friends. Best friends don't stay mad for long."
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