Luke’s P.O.V.
Once I saw Bree again after her restroom break, I knew something was off, the second I saw her. She looked mad, as if she wanted to hit something, or even... somebody.
What the hell happened back in there?
She grabbed her jacket without even looking at me and started to walk straight outside.
“Bree!” I called after her, but she didn’t seem to hear me, so I quickly waved at Peter and Carlo, who were both looking at me as if I had any answers to the reason why Bree acted this way so suddenly. They could wait until Monday morning to find it out. Right now, I needed to stop my girl and talk to her.
“Bree!” I called out to her again, as she made her way towards the exit doors and walked out, still not looking back at me.
“f**k!” I growled, still not having a clue about what
