B R Y C E .
âsee, donât give me that look when you agree with me.â even if she did it rightfully so. bryce didnât want to think about having to deal with classes like that. frankly, it didnât occur to him that thee was harder classes until his friends began to complain about their own classes. his nose scrunches again at the mention of the cassidy - the wrong cassidy. âew. royal.â it wasnât gong to take a detective to tell that royal did like bryce and while he didnât fully return the feeling, it was hard not to dislike him after being disliked for no reason by him.  âhey,â an look of mock offense appears on his face. âdonât be rude, youâre in my room you know.â
âwhat look? iâm not giving you any sort of look, i would NEVER give you a look bryce alexander,â elodie giggled. her smile faltered slightly at the mention of royal. âi know, i know. but heâs been relatively nice to me.â at times just a little too nice. despite royalâs best efforts elodie was still holding on to the boy she knew in middle school. the boy who she was friends with. âi donât think iâm being rude to you,â elodie shook her head. she pouted, leaving her head on his shoulder. âand what are you going to do about it, huh? kick me out?â















