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The end of school eventually came by, English was such a drag. Walking outside my tutor room I spot Brooklyn leaning against the wall searching for someone. As I walk past, a warm grip on my wrist tugs me back once again, I feel electric tingles shooting down my arm. What's this feeling? I've never had it before. He speaks in a low husky voice, "hey I thought I could walk you home." "I'm alright thanks." I turn on my heal. "I wasn't asking for permission or an answer Lola Rose." He smirks at my annoyance of my full name being spoke.
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