Brooklynne's POV:
After crying for several minutes on the floor of my closet, I finally got up and wiped my face with my towel. I looked again at my closet and decided on a loose sweater and a pair of jeans. Nothing too special since I highly doubt after what just happened the night before that we will be going out and doing anything today.
I go back into my bathroom and brush out my hair so it can at least look presentable. My face was still red and blotchy from the crying and my eyes were still a little bloodshot. At least I look better than what I did this morning when I tried talking to him the first time.
I shook my hands a little, even though it hurt, to try to calm my nerves and I headed out of my room to go to his. I walked nervously down the hallway till I got to his door.
