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randon swallowed, but forced a confident demeanour that was full of cracks. "No."

"You sure? We can take it outside if you want to say something," Greyson threatened.

"He said no," Brooklyn spoke up. "You can leave now."

Greyson turned to Brooklyn and raised his eyebrows. "And you are?"

"None of your business," Brandon snapped.

"I'm pretty sure she can answer for herself," Greyson scolded and looked back to Brooklyn who tucked a piece of curly blonde hair behind her ear.

"I'm currently a girl who is trying to get her work done in peace," she said with a sweet smile. "Please leave us alone."

Harry tutted and Brooklyn raised her eyebrows at him. "Rude," he said and pursed his lips. "Not very nice."

"I could say the same about you," she retorted.

"He threatened your cousin," Harry said, his deep, velvety voice making Brooklyn's insides feel like goo. He pointed at Greyson. "Not me."

"Stop talking to her," Brandon said. "Leave us alone."

Harry raised his eyebrows at Brandon and looked at