"My baby is growing up so fast and leaving me." Huda fake sniffled, wiping away an invisible tear.

It was Tuesday, the day I'm supposed to be checking out the apartment and moving in if I liked it. We had just finished placing the last suitcase into Huda's Ford Edge and Huda was making her way to the driver's side of the car.

"Huda stop being such a drama queen! We are still going to see each other daily, we go to the same school for frick's sake."

"Yeah, yeah whatever, get inside before I change my mind."

I rolled my eyes at her and got inside the car as Huda opened the GPS app that showed the directions to my soon-to-be new apartment.

"Remind me how we know you're not sharing an apartment with a serial killer again?" Huda asked as she started driving off.

I smiled at her brightly, "We don't."

"Right." Huda muttered under her breath before blasting "Hard Day's Night" at a deadly volume and started singing- wait, no... screaming the lyric along with John Lennon and Paul McCartney.

Five minutes later, we arrived at the location and Huda parked the car in front of a breathtakingly beautiful building. The plan was for Huda to wait for me in the car with my suitcases and moving boxes while I went and checked out the apartment.

I got out of the car and stepped foot into the building. If it looked gorgeous on the outside then I don't know what adjective to use to describe the inside of the building. The walls were colored in a fancy shade of beige with black leather couches pushed against them, a small coffee table in between each pair of parallel couches, the interior design wasn't too fancy nor ghetto, it was just welcoming in a slightly fancy way.

I spotted the elevator in front of me and entered it before pressing the button for level 10. Once the elevator doors opened I stepped out of it and searched for apartment number 020, it wasn't that hard to find since there were only two apartments on this floor.

I took a deep breath, knocked on the door three times- just how mama taught me- and waited for Bella to open it. I heard footsteps approaching the door and someone unlocking it before the door opened slightly, revealing a blob of messy blonde hair covering a person's face, but guessing from the person's naked chest... this wasn't Bella.

"AHHHHH," Cole Anderson screeched in an extremely girly manner and slammed the door on my face.

"You idiot! How many times do I have to tell you to look through the peephole before opening the goddamn door?" I heard someone yell from the other side of the door.

The door opened again, but this time it wasn't Cole who had opened it.

"Olivia?" Blake asked, looking at me confused.

"Uhh, umm, I'm sorry, this must be the wrong apartment, you're clearly not Bella..." I said, having no clue what's going on.

Blake stared at me, confused, for a second before saying "Yeah probably- wait, did you just say Bella?... oh, shit." Blake's eyes suddenly widened.

"COLE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW." Cole came running a few seconds later.

"Yuh?"

"Are you fucking serious?" Blake said.

"Ah shit, what did I do this time?"

Blake leaned his head a little closer to Cole to whisper to him something. "You didn't change the name and description in the apartment advertisement? Are you kidding me? I get it was supposed to get chicks to show up on our doorstep every day for the first week... but it's been two weeks Cole, I thought you changed it- wait a minute..." Blake paused for a second and then looked at me, "is she supposed to be 'Oliver'?" Blake asked, his eyes leaving me and going back to glaring at his best friend.

"Oh shit! Oliver! That reminds me, he's supposed to be here in-" Cole paused to check the time on the Apple Watch on his wrist "- negative five minutes".

Blake shot Cole an "are you dumb" look. "Cole open Oliver's description on your phone and give it to me."

Cole went to go get it while I just stood there, still not knowing what the hell was going on and confused as frick.

A minute later, Cole came back with his phone in hand and gave it to Blake. Blake's eyes skimmed through the screen for a few seconds before he closed the phone and slapped Cole so hard in the back of his head that it made him stumble a few steps forward.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" Cole yelled.

"You dumbfuck! The description says Oliv-ia! How the hell did you manage to misread that MULTIPLE times? You know what, don't even answer that... go to your room Cole."

"But Blake," Cole whined, sounding like a two-year-old.

"Your room. Now!" Cole was in his room in less than 0.33443 seconds.

"I'm sorry about that, I really thought he had changed the description." Blake apologized, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's fine, it happens" it definitely doesn't happen but I'm just going to shut up.

"No, it doesn't," Blake frowned "I really am sorry," I think that's the first time I've ever heard those words come out of his perfect lips.

"It's okay," I assured him. I mean sure, I'm not going to have a place to stay in until I find another apartment, which I'm guessing is not going to happen soon since there's an extremely small chance of anyone accepting a sixteen-year-old girl to come live with them. And I honestly don't want to spend the rest of my year living under Mrs. and Mr. Martin's roof because as kind as they are, I know how much of a burden I would be. I mean they already have one crazy-ass ADHD-diagnosed teenager, two twin boys in middle school, and one twenty-three-year-old son... no need to add some traumatized teenager to the Family.

I'm screwed.

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"I still can't believe they changed the description to make girls show up at their doorstep," Huda said as she pulled into the school parking lot.

After the whole incident that happened yesterday, I climbed back into Huda's car and told her to drive off, telling her about what had happened on our way back to her house.

"I know! I mean seriously? That's like the most-"

"GENIUS IDEA EVER! I know right?" Huda interrupted.

"I was going to say pervy but sure,".

Huda parked the car and both of us got out and made our way to the school entrance.

"So, what are you planning on doing now?" Huda leaned against the locker next to mine as she waited for me to grab the books needed for the first period.

"Going to class?"

"No you idiot, I mean what are you going to do about the whole apartment situation?" Huda asked.

I shut my locker and leaned against it "I honestly have no idea, are you sure your parents don't mind me staying at your house for another week or so?".

"Of course they don't!" Huda exclaimed. "But you do know that we're going to visit my grandparents in Miami this weekend, right?" Crap! I forgot about that, ughhh.

"Yeah, of course, it's no biggie... I was actually thinking about visiting Luke anyway" I half lied, I was thinking about visiting luke... just not this weekend, I can't go there this week, plus there wouldn't be anywhere for me to crash since he's rooming with three other boys. If Luke and I were to see each other it would be him visiting me, not the other way around. Though it's not that big of a deal, I'll just stay in a hotel for the weekend or something.

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"I swear to god I laughed so hard after the eleventh time when he read it faster... I think I let out a fart by accident while doing so." Huda said, laughing hysterically. The third period had just ended and Huda and I just stepped foot into the cafeteria, making our way to the lunch lady. We were both laughing our butts off remembering the look on Mr. Roberts's face when he realized "Haywood Jablomi" wasn't the actual name of a student in the class.

"I know! And the fact that he had to repeat it eleven times to understand made it ten times funnier." I cracked up. The poor man.

I stopped laughing when I suddenly felt my ankle make contact with something and I found myself tripping and hugging the ground in a matter of seconds.

"Oops" I heard a familiar squeaky voice say before two other annoying voices started to laugh nearby. I looked up and saw none other than the Skank herself sitting on one of the tables with her minions. This bitch did not just trip me.

"What the hell is your problem?" Huda spat at her.

Tracey smirked "Problem? Who said I had a problem?"

Suddenly everyone in the cafeteria went silent and looked over at us, thirsty for some drama. They were probably waiting for a catfight or something. I got up from the ground and patted my pants, "I thought I smelt tuna nearby." I muttered underneath my breath, but I'm guessing the people around me heard it because Tracey gasped.

"Shut up you slut." This girl has got to be kidding me! Weren't the normal cliche "mean girls" supposed to have better insults than that? The number of times she has said that sentence and used that insult can't be counted with my fingers and toes.

"Oh for god's sake will you ever find a better comeback than that? I mean seriously! That must be the millionth time you've said that same sentence, you should really start practicing some new ones- You know what? I take that back, please don't say anything at all, it's better that way since the smartest thing that ever came out of that fake mouth of yours was probably male genitalia." Half of the students gave us some "Oooos" and gasps which made Tracey's face turn so red that it almost matched the color of her lipstick.

Tracey stood up and raised her hand, about to slap me in the face when I held her wrist "Don't even think about it, I swear to god I'll punch you so hard in the breasts that your future children will probably have to drink the milk from your asshole." I warned her before adding "that is if the boobs are real and one of them doesn't pop, of course."

The whole cafeteria went wild after that. I let go of her wrist and walked off to get my lunch with Huda beside me struggling to breathe from containing all her laughter inside. I heard the cafeteria doors slam shut, I didn't have to look back to know that was Tracey storming out of the cafeteria.

Huda couldn't contain her laughter anymore and was on the floor clutching her stomach while laughing hysterically. "i- tuna- genitals- boob- milk- pop" was all that came out of her mouth, the girl's face was turning red and I was getting concerned. She then stopped laughing, started coughing, then went back to laughing while coughing her guts out, "choked- own- saliva- help-"

I helped her up and started to pat her back, "Easy there Huds." I bit my lip to control my own laughter.

I heard hands clapping and footsteps approaching me from behind, I turned around and was met with a clapping Cole Anderson laughing his ass off and a chuckling Jordan walking beside him. "THAT WAS FUCKING EPICC!" Cole yelled as he approached me.

I didn't reply as I just stared at his excited face. Was he talking to me?

"No I'm serious bro, I swear I'm so happy I took a video... imma start watching it every day before falling asleep, it'll be my new replacement for the video of a drunk Jordan humping a lamp. YOU FUCKING LEGEND." he yelled before handing me a sharpie "may I please get your autograph signed on my ass?" he said before turning around and grabbing the waistband of his shorts.

I was about to stop him when Jordan kicked Cole's ass... literally. "Cole you dumb fuck, you were about to traumatize the poor girl." he turned around to face me and gave me his signature charming smile. "I'm sorry about that, though the idiot has a point, that was 'epic'."

I was about to thank him awkwardly when I heard a familiar deep voice say something from behind me.

"Hey we've been looking for you guys everywhere, what the hell are you doing?"

I turned around and found a confused-looking Blake with Peter standing right beside him, wearing his usual blank expression. Ah, now that the leader and the other member have arrived... the panty-dropping gang is complete.

Cole and Jordan also turned around to face him. "Oh nothing, was just asking Oliver over here to sign my ass after she finished roasting the shit out of Stacey," Cole answered.

"Tracey." Jordan corrected.

"Whatever," Cole muttered.

"What?" Blake and Peter asked at the same time, looking confused as hell.

"I'll show you the video later," Cole said.

"Whatever, get your asses to the locker room and get ready, practice starts in ten minutes," Blake ordered.

Jordan answered, "Sir, yes sir." in a playful way at the same time Cole said, "Yes daddy" in a creepy seductive woman's voice.

The boys just rolled their eyes and walked away, were they used to this or something?

"Goodbye, my dear Oliverrrr! See you tomorrow- actually... see you tonight on my phone's screen roasting the shut outta Lacey before going to bed." Cole winked at me and left.

I just stood there, watching them as they walked away, did that just happen?

I look around me and realized that Huda wasn't standing next to me anymore. Wait, when the hell did sh-

"YOU BUTTCHEEK!" I heard Huda yell behind me from the middle of the cafeteria. How the hell did she get there? At first, I thought she was talking to me. But when I turned around I found her cursing at Steve Miller for throwing an M&M at her chest.

"Yo I swear I was aiming for the mouth," Steve said. Holy crap did that sound wrong.

Apparently, Huda and Steve were playing a game of throwing M&M's at each other's faces while the other one had to try and catch it with their mouth. What the hell? The girl barely knew him, she probably just saw him doing it and got distracted and excited and felt the urge to join him.

I chuckled to myself while heading to the vending machine to get our usual snacks. This girl, I swear.

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