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EMILY’S POV.
“What?” She asked, angrily, but I continued walking away. She didn’t deserve an explanation from me. It didn’t matter whatever she did. We’d ruin her before she even got a chance to talk or be listened to.
If I saw she was about to speak, I would stop her, then her secrets would be blown out, and she wouldn’t even be listened to.
I got to the corridor of my room, and saw John leaning against my door. He raised his head, and I gave a little sigh.
I walked towards him, and stood in front of him.
“Move. That’s my room.”
“I know.”
“Then move. I need to prepare for dinner. You should too. You reek of sweat.” I said, making to walk past him. He grabbed my hand, and pushed me backwards.
“I need answers. What is going on between you and Lucas? Tell me. You still belong to
