“I’m hitting the shower,” Braeden said and slammed his locker shut. “Hey,” I said and caught him by the shoulder. He glanced around at me. “You wanna tell me why Rimmel called you before the game?” Braeden spun. “Did you go through my phone?” “Did you lie to me about my girl?” I countered. He wiped a hand over his face. “Fucking A. Don’t put me in the middle, Rome.” “You’re my best friend, asshole. There is no middle. It’s my side.” “Hey now,” he said. “Sisters before misters and all that.” “What the fuck does that even mean?” I drawled, amused. “It means I’ve taken her on as my little sister. You’re her mister. I’m officially in neutral territory.” Best FriendsRomeo And Rimmel ForeverBbflBraeden And Romeo Bromance Book:#Hater Source: #Hater