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At the sight of Nicholas, Brian jumped up and moved away from me, knocking my drink over in the process. Why did he move away from me so quickly? I was baffled by Brian’s reaction. Does he not want Nicholas to see how he feel? “Get out.” Brian’s gruff tone shocked me and it took me a minute to realize he was talking to me. “W-what?” I asked, confused. “Get the f**k out.” He said louder, not looking at me. What is happening? Why is he doing this? I asked Wynter, trying to figure out what was going on, but she was just as confused as I was. He wants us, I can feel it. I’m not sure what is happening either. I stood, my knees shaking. I could feel the milk from the spilled glass running down my pajama pants. It was cold, but not as cold as I was feeling on the inside. The change in Brian