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"You know what. I'm supposed to meet someone" I told him
"Who do you need to meet?" He said confusingly
"My dad"
"What! Why?" Bradin shouted
"So I can punch his face out" I replied
"Oh, ok. Go right ahead. No one is stopping you." He smiled
"I'll be happy to." I said and walked away
I walked out onto the road and stopped.
Should I go back? Gah. I don't know. My father doesn't love me anyway. Why should I go visit him anyway? Yeah, I'm going back.
I walked back to Bradin. I found him smoking with his friends. I'm not a big fan of smokers. A lot of members of my family died from smoking. I think he saw me staring at him. I didn't have time to really see him staring at me. I just walked back to the beach house. Disgusted.
Maybe it wasn't him. It could've been someone that looked like him. Or I'm just imagining things. Jeez, why does someone that hot have to smoke? RETARD!
BRADIN'S POV
What the hell?
END OF BRADIN"S POV
Bradin walked away from his friends and went to his house. He was looking for me.
"Lana! Anyone home!" Bradin yelled
"I don't know!" I yelled back
"Obviously you're here"
"No I'm not" I yelled