Indianna walked into class after lunch and sat right at the back. She rested her chin on her hand and waited for the teacher to turn up, which was a rare sight in this school.
"Hi, Indianna," Brandon said and took a seat next to her. "How are you?"
"Fine," she shrugged. "You?"
"Good," he smiled, his eyes flickering around the class. "Isn't Brooke supposed to be here?"
"Her and Harry are fighting," Indianna said quietly, and Brandon frowned.
"Oh," he said. "She needs to break up with that asshole."
"She loves him," Indianna said.
"He's a t**t," Brandon snapped. "The whole lot of them are, especially Greyson."
Indianna arched an eyebrow at Brandon, who shrugged.
"I know you two have a 'thing,' but he's a dick."
"He is rather irritating," Indianna agreed.
Excuse me?
Shut up.
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