RYLAN
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"Quiet," I say when Emma starts to speak behind me.
Absently, my brows rise in surprise when she does. I fit a key into the lock, opening the door to my room.
We both walk in and I catch my gaze flitting around, wondering what she'll think about my space. I hear the quiet thud of her bag hitting the floor. She is dressed in black, her blonde hair standing out like a beacon. Her heavily-lined eyes look around and her footfalls sound as she goes to my bookcase. A finger trails along the spines of my books.
When she chuckles, I scowl, feeling an odd emotion slither through me. What's so funny?
She starts, "You know, I'd kind of thought that you were some kind of control freak. But seeing this..."
An unfamiliar feeling whips through me. I discover it's self consciousness.
"Seei
