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EMILY'S POV.

"What?" She asked, angrily, but I continued walking away. She didn't deserve an explanation from me. It didn't matter whatever she did. We'd ruin her before she even got a chance to talk or be listened to.

If I saw she was about to speak, I would stop her, then her secrets would be blown out, and she wouldn't even be listened to.

I got to the corridor of my room, and saw John leaning against my door. He raised his head, and I gave a little sigh.

I walked towards him, and stood in front of him.

"Move. That's my room."

"I know."

"Then move. I need to prepare for dinner. You should too. You reek of sweat." I said, making to walk past him. He grabbed my hand, and pushed me backwards.

"I need answers. What is going on between you and Lucas? Tell me. You still belong to me."

"In your dreams." I retorted.