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Iris's POV
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The repetitive pounding pulsates off my door, each hit as loud as the last, and this was all because I hadn't left my room to go to training.
They're so dramatic.
"Iris get your ass out of that room I have to drive you and your gonna make me late," Valentino shouted.
"Leave me alone and let me die in peace," I shouted back.
The shouting just stopped, I guess Val got tired of assaulting my door and got the message.
Now that I was met with silence I let my head hit the pillow as I clutched onto my stomach. I closed my eyes trying to grasp onto sleep though it dispersed quickly as my door came crashing down with a fuming Valentino stood with his hands on his hips.
Lifting my head slightly I looked him up and down before asking:
"Was that really necessary, you could've just knocked?"
Before he could attack me Nazaire held him back as he and the others had rushed to congregate outside my room to witness the fall of what was my beautiful door.
"Nazaire get the fuck off me,"
I rolled my eyes at them before throwing the covers over me shielding myself from their judgemental gazes.
"Is it safe?" Lorenzo whispered as he and someone else slowly approached, they had such heavy footsteps.
Before the person could respond the covers were harshly ripped off me.
"VALERIUS,"
"IRIS," he screamed back in a high pitch voice mocking me, he also did a horrible impression because I sound nothing like that.
I jumped off my bed ready to kick him in the shins when a sharp pain stabbed me right in the stomach, I gripped onto the side of my waist tightly.
I hate cramps.
"Is she dying?" Valentino asked.
"I wish you would die,"
"Ouch," he gripped onto his heart in mock pain whilst Valerius snickered and Lorenzo burst out laughing.
"I like this version of you," he smiled, I glared at him and he quickly rushed out, "you're mad at thing 1 and thing 2 remember."
"Fuck you," they said at the same time.
"Can you all just leave me alone please," I said quietly as I snatched my pillow and blanket before marching past them.
"And you," I snapped as I pointed a finger at Valentino, " you better fix my door."
"She's scary," one of them whispered as they started gossiping about me, but when I turned to look back at them they all looked in a different direction, well almost all.
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Brotherly Love
Teen Fiction'Blood is thicker than water.' A phrase that has been past around throughout the ages, reminding us that familial bonds will always be stronger than the bonds of friendship and dare I say, love. A phrase that was also misquoted. 'The blood of the c...
