Breana’s POV She opened the door of her apartment and peeked over. “We need to talk.” I told her. She lets me in. She just took a bath, the towel hanging around her neck. Her hair is still wet and her eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep and probably from crying also. I fight the urge to hug her then and there. “How is she? Mad, I suppose.” Alex slouched on the sofa, closing her eyes. I sat across her. “I’m not so sure. She looks conflicted though. You surprised her. Us.” I admitted. “Myself included.” She responds. “You know; I’ve liked you since grade school. You were cool, calm, collected…” “Where is this coming from??” Her brows furrowed, not understanding me. “I liked you in a way that I have thought I fell in love. Silly, you might say but for all I know that was what

