T W E N T Y - T H R E E
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Vincent sat in front of me on the rank two table, his face masked with confusion. "No, Val would never take my phone and text you." his words were bitter, as he throws note on the table.
My heart stills, even after hearing my story on how Val texted me threats from his phone - he's still on her side? My lips part, I had no words. Vincent was acting abnormal, he wasn't listening to me.
I watch as he returns back to the rank one table, taking a seat next to Val. She holds a victory smirk as she places her hand on his shoulder, whispering insignificant things to Vincent - making my heart clench.
"Malia? Are you alright?" I heard a soft voice, the sound of my brother Dylan's concerned tone pulls me out of my drowning thoughts.
"I'm okay."
Dyla
