Ryland's P.O.V.
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"Say my name again. Say it."
"Ah... R-Ryland..."
"Ryland?"
"Again."
"R-Ryland... Don't... s-stop..."
"Ryyyyyy?"
"Let's do it again."
"N-no..."
"Yo Ryland!"
"O-okay... one more time..."
Suddenly, I was pulled from my thoughts. Someone had slapped me across the face. It wasn't that hard, but it was enough to snap me out of my own head.
Then I was staring at three familiar faces, all with mixed expressions. Carly was standing in front of me with her arms crossed, and a deep frown on her face. She's clearly the one that slapped me. Tucker is sitting on the couch across from me looking confused and worried. Britt is sitting next to him looking similar, but more worried than anything.
"Did you just slap me?" I asked Carly.
