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Ashton’s POV I’m really f*cking confused. Cori is now banging pots and pans around the kitchen as she ‘cooks,’ and every time I open my mouth, she makes more noise with them, so I’ve decided to stay quiet. Eventually, my brother comes to investigate the commotion, snatching a pan away from Cori with enough force to make her wobble, but she doesn’t cower from him like she would have done if it were me. She simply puts her hands on her hips and stares him down, completely unafraid although he’s the same height as me, just with leaner muscle. “You’re being a jerk,” he says. “Aren’t I allowed to be after just being broken up with?” Cori starts crying, making Troy glare at me before guiding her to where I can only assume Julia is, but I’m literally at a loss for words. I did not break
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