Chapter 15
*BRIAN HART*
I clench my fist as I made my way to my room. I can’t believe I just did that kind of thing to her… I mean what kind of guy does that? I’m so pathetic. I’m so confused with my own feeling that I let out my anger on her, I should have controlled myself. I’m always in control before. I never let anyone ruin my control, but Santee, she’s just…. She makes me go outrageous. I felt a pang of pain when I saw her cry, why do I always make her cry?
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I woke up early in the next morning and Santana had already left earlier.
“Hey, morning.” Craig entered the kitchen cheerfully, playing with his car keys.
“Why are you so early?” I asked with grimace.
“Well, I wanted to see my girl?” he asked.
I shrug my shoulders acting cool. “I don’t know, maybe she went ahead
