*Pryce's Point of View*
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I lazily got up from my bed, grabbed my phone, and wore a thin T-shirt and short shorts. I need a glass of water.
So, I made my way to my small fridge. Yeah, I got a refrigerator inside my room. I even have a small kitchen here and a living room. I got a small house in my huge house. What can I say? I'm too lazy to roam around this mansion. Why did I even build a big one when I only need a small space to live? Let's just say that it could be an investment.
As I drank my glass of water, I opened my phone, and there, two text messages were received. I wonder who it might be. But, honestly, I'm only hoping that it's from Blair. Of course, I waited the whole f*****g night just to hear anything from her.
And, as I had hoped, it was really from her. I just can't
