Chapter 56

Brooklyn didn’t want to judge, but when the girl narrowed her eyes at Brooklyn, her kindness faded, and Brooklyn judged this stranger.

Badly.

Streaky fake tan, nails like talons and as bright as blood, overdrawn eyeliner on a face caked with foundation, and really bad fake eyelashes.

“I could ask the same question,” Brooklyn said and stopped about a meter away from the girl. “I’m Brooke.”

“Do you live here?” the girl asked, sticking her hip out and resting her hand.

“No, I’m just with my… my friend?” Brooklyn said, unsure of what to call Harry.

“Are you here with him?” the girl gasped. “You are dressed in one of his jumpers! Listen here, I got here first. You snooze, you lose. He’s mine.”

“I… what?” Brooklyn asked, raising her eyebrows in confusion. “I think you’ve got me confused.”

“You’re heading to his room, aren’t you?” the girl accused. “I won’t let you in there.”

“I need a pee,” Brooklyn said slowly, pointing behind the gir