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"Psst."

"Liv."

"Psst!"

"Livi-poo!"

"PISSSSSSS-TT."

I shot my head to the side and glared at Huda. "What?"

"Mr. Edwin's crack is showing." She giggled and pointed her index finger towards our chemistry teacher's butt, he was crouching down over a student's desk so he could explain a certain question to him. His pants had slid down a little from the position he was in and the top of his bum was showing.

I immediately turned my head back to her and averted my gaze to her big dark brown eyes, narrowing my mine. "Why? Why the hell did you feel the need to show me that? What the hell is wrong with you?"

She just smiled and shrugged. I shook my head to get the image away. The sound of the classroom door opening caught the attention of most of the students and we all looked up, curious as to who decided to show up this late to class.

My eyes furrowed when I saw the familiar blonde idiot enter the class wearing his signature wide smile. He walked up to Mr. Edwins, pat his back, and said "ROB! My fucking homie, what's cheesin'?" He placed a small paper on the student's desk, in front of Ro- Mr. Edwins, and looked around the class while the teacher read the paper.

His eyes soon landed on me and he widened his smile and winked at me. That simple action of his made half of the girls in class turn their heads towards what he was smiling at and gasp when they realized he was looking at me, some even glared while others were just shocked.

Ouch.

Mr. Edwins let out a frustrated sigh after he was done reading the paper. He told Cole to take a seat quickly and walked up to the board to continue doing his job. Cole sat down right next to one of the football players, shook his hand, and reached out to grab something from his bag.

"Okay class, listen up!" Mr. Edwins clapped his hands together harshly and loudly to grab the attention of the students and then continued talking, "I'm going to write seven of this semester's topics on the board and I'm splitting you guys into groups of three, each group will be assigned-" He was cut off by the sound of most of the students' groans and complaints.

"Silence!" he yelled, shutting everyone up. "Each group will be assigned to search about one of the topics on the board and you will all present your work to the rest of the class. You have by the end of this month to finish the project. It could be a 3D model, PowerPoint, experiment... etc. You better take this assignment seriously since you'll all be taking a test on each of those seven topics at the beginning of the next month."

He ignored the grunts of the students and grabbed what I'm assuming is the list of the groups from his bag and was about to start reading it out loud when a student yelled out "Can we at least pick-"

"No. Now be quiet and get over it." Mr. Edwins cut him off and started calling out the names of students and the classmates they were assigned to work with.

I waited for him to tell me the names of the students in my group and almost made a move to bash his head against the board repeatedly after kicking him in the family jewels when he said the three names "Olivia Davis, Ashton Tuffin, and Tracey Wilson." together.

I think I threw up a little in my mouth when I heard the bimbo's name. I don't really know Ashton that much, I just knew he was the dude who sat in the second row in front of Huds with ginger like strawberry blond hair and dimples, I didn't really mind working with him since he seemed chill but I felt a bit homicidal when I thought about how I actually had to work with the disgusting Regina George wannabe.

I tuned out Tracey's annoying voice and whatever she had to say about the students in her group, and ran my hand down my face, feeling extra frustrated.

Can I choke her?

My eyes shot back to Cole and Huda when I heard them yell out a bunch of profanities at the same time when the teacher said "That leaves Huda Martin with the two students who are new to the class, Cole Anderson, and Tina Collins."

OH- Wait. Tina is in our class? My heart was skipping a few beats as I looked around the classroom but didn't find her- I guess she's skipping this period or something.

"God damn it, Rob! I've been in this class for less than ten minutes and you still somehow managed to piss me off more than Julie has ever before! YOU JUST HAD TO ASSIGN ME WITH THE FU-"

"Mr. Anderson! One more word and you're getting detention! Who do you think you are yelling out filthy profanities in the middle of a class?" Mr. Edwins cut Cole off before he could cuss the hell out of the absent she-devil.

Cole groaned, muttered something under his breath that had something to do with the words "crippled" and "fuck", got up from his seat, and grabbed his bag, making his way to the door. "What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Edwins's face was a bright shade of red when he asked the question.

"Your mom," Cole answered childishly and left the classroom the same second the bell rang.

I bit my tongue to suppress my laughter while Huda couldn't hold it in and let out her famous seagull laugh that echoed around the classroom followed by a few other students' loud sniggers and chuckles. I think half of them were laughing at Huda's laugh and a bit over Cole's behavior instead.

Huda received a text on her phone when we were grabbing our stuff to leave the classroom and head to the cafeteria. "Oh crap! I gotta go- Damn it!" She ran her fingers through her hair.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, Malik just threw up in class and my parents are both at work. I gotta pick him up and stay with him at home. Ugh."

"Is he okay?" I scrunch my face at the mention of barf.

"Yeah, he's probably just being dramatic or something. I need to leave right now. Do you think you can live without me? Great! Bye Livi-poo." She didn't give me a second to answer her question and slapped my ass, then rushed out of the classroom, leaving me chuckling at the way she sprints.

I pushed my chair back against my desk and was about to leave the classroom but was stopped by an unfamiliar voice calling my name. "Hey, Olivia- it's Olivia right? Yeah, it is- I think. Wait... Mr. Edwins said Olivia Davi- so yeah, it is Olivia."

I turned around and was met with Ashton Tuffin's light brown eyes. I gave him a kind smile and replied with "Yes, It is Olivia. You're Ashton right?"

He pursed his lips and nodded his head. "We were assigned to do the task together with Miss brunette Barbie." He made a certain unhappy face when he mentioned Tracey.

I fake-gagged and said "Sadly, yes. Did you need anything?" I asked in a polite tone.

"Actually yes. I was wondering when you'd want to work on the assignment and if it could be after the rest of this week since I'm going out of town for a few days."

"Uh- Yeah sure, I don't mind."

"Cool! Would you like to exchange numbers so we can decide on what days to work on the project? I don't know if Tracey gives a damn but I'll ask her." He added.

I nodded my head and we both exchanged numbers before I left the classroom and made my way to the cafeteria.

I felt someone's arm wrap around my shoulders a few minutes after I stepped into the cafeteria and was about to punch them before they started talking. "You, my dear Oliver, are sitting with us today."

I looked up at Cole's face and scrunched my nose. "No, I'm not."

"Yes you are baby gOrl." He smiled as he dragged me towards the table that had Peter, Jordan, and Blake already sitting on it. "Blake's being a whore, Peter has a stick up his butt, and Jordan is moping over god knows what. I need another homie to rant to."

"Rant to?" I asked him, ignoring the way he tried to imitate Massimo. I looked around me and noticed how a lot of the students' eyes were locked on us- specifically, the arm Cole had wrapped around me.

Can I die? Like right now, god, please.

Stop staring you little teeny boppers. I wanna kick you in your genitals.

"Yes! Can you be-lieve that the old fat piece of discharge had the audacity to assign my gorgeous ass with that disgusting pig?" He sounded like an angry child.

"How do you even know Tina?" I asked him as I waved to Jordan and Peter and scrunched my face up to Blake when we arrived at the table. Jordan waved back, Peter nodded his head without changing his blank facial expression, and Blake stuck his tongue out to me like a toddler.

"Seriously?" I looked at Blake with an "are you dumb look". Why the hell did he look adorable while doing that? I wanna punch him.

"Told you he's being a whore." Cole took a seat in front of Peter, next to Jordan, and patted the spot next to him in front of Blake. I sat down and Blake rested his face against his palms and grinned like a crackhead at me when I looked up at him in front of me.

"And to answer that question about that abomination... someone- I don't know who- in this group has the sexiest and awesome-ist taste in women like ever, and decided to hang out in a non-friendly way with that piece of Lizzie's dried up diarrhea shit and let's just say... my sister's excretion and I don't really get along that well - wait Lizzie's shit is kind of pure so that wou-"

"Can we stop talking about baby shit, please? I'm trying to eat my chocolate bar. Thanks." Jordan made a disgusted face.

"Sure baby," Cole answered.

Blake looked at Cole and made another adorable face. I wanna punch him.

"You fuckface! I thought I was your babyyy~" Blake whined.

Cole brought his finger to Blake's lips and shushed him. "He doesn't know that! I told you he's the side chick you fucking idiot." He whispered.

Do these boys ever stop cursing? Like, keep it PG, please.

Mind: pftt. Look who's talking...

Shut up. I'll stab you.

Mind: you'll die-

I wanna die. Now go frick yourself. You look like a ball sack.

"Helloo? Oliverrrr? Are you dead, dude?"

"Dude?" Blake, Jordan, and I all say at the same time.

"So now you guys decide to listen to me? You've been ignoring me the entire time, I feel so loved."

"Shit bro, I think your feelings are off, no one loves you." Jordan slaps a hand over his mouth in fake shock.

"That's not true. Peter loves me, right Peter?" We all averted our gazes to Peter, who looked like he didn't want to be here at all. He just stared back at Cole with a blank expression and then pulled his phone out and ignored him.

Cole gasped. "You little f-"

Jordan cut him off by slapping his face with a piece of sliced turkey. Cole didn't say anything. He just tilted his head back a little and opened his mouth, sucking in the turkey like a vacuum.

"So, Oliver, how do you know the cockroach?"

"Cockroach? Out of all the insults, you choose cockroach?" I knit my brows.

"I hate cockroaches. They're fucking disgusting."

I pursed my lips and simply nodded my head at him.

"Now how do you know her?"

"Long story," I waved him off.

"Cool. How do you know her?" he repeated.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "She's my Aunt's niece."

"Holy shit! That story was so long! I grew tired just listening to you telling it." Blake fake-gasped.

I scowled at him. "I'll castrate you if you don't shut up," That might've been the worst comeback I've ever thrown at someone, he just angered me. Though that made Peter look up from his phone and give me a slight grin.

"Please do." His voice is so calm. What the hell?

Cole gasped and stood up from his seat. Pointing at the two of us. "You made the bitch speak!"

I looked up at him. "You made the bitch speak!" He repeated.

I'm so confused. This wasn't the first time I've heard Peter talk-

"The 'bitch' was giving us the silent treatment today," Jordan explained from my right.

"Oh."

"You're not gonna ask why?" Blake raised his eyebrows. Why'd he also look good doing that? I wanna punch him.

"Why would I ask?"

He just shrugged in response while Cole sat back down and started rambling on about how he wants to impregnate an alien and have its baby then kill the mother and sell its meat.

The bell rang and Cole let out a scream that caught the attention of half of the student body. "FUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT I DON'T WANNA GO TO FUCKING CLA-"

I banged my head against the table and internally mute him. How the hell do he and Huda have this much energy stored in them?

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I was in the middle of doing my physics homework assignment when I heard heavy footsteps rushing towards my room with the sound of something crashing.

I turned my head towards the door the same second Blake flung it open with wide eyes. His hair was all over the place and he was breathing rapidly, making him look like he just came back from battle or something dramatic.

He closed the door slowly and rushed towards me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the tiny closet 'room', shoving me inside with him. The closet was too tiny to fit us both so my face was practically squished against his chest. He slid the folding doors shut gently, trying not to make a sound, and turned his head towards me.

"What the hell a-" Blake cut me off by bringing his finger to my lips and shaking his head.

I tilted my head up to look at him and my cheeks heated up when I realized how close our faces were to each other now that my head was angled upwards and his head was slightly ducked so he would fit in the tiny closet.

Blake stared at me for a second and licked his lips and I bet my cheeks turned even redder than they were before. I wanna punch him.

I looked away from him quickly and brought my head back to its original angle, causing my nose to press against the spot just above his heart.

A second passed before I heard Cole's yelling come from outside my room. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? SHOW YOURSELF YOU ASSHOLE!"

I felt Blake's body shake against mine from containing his laughter and I looked up and furrowed my eyebrows at him. Was he high? What the hell was going on?

Wait what the frick? I'm hiding in a tiny ass closet room with Blake Evans's chest pressed up against my face.

What in the Wattpa- Fourteen-year-old me is squeaking right now.

"Blake wha-"

Blake cut me off again with his finger, "Be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" he breathed into my ear.

It's getting freaking hot in here.

I looked up at him a second before we heard my bedroom door fling open. "Olivia?" Cole said aloud.

Blake kept his finger on my lips and pulled his phone out of his pocket with his other hand. He opened the Notes app and started typing quickly- not before putting the phone on silent so the phone wouldn't make the typing sounds.

"Olivia!" Cole repeated but a little louder this time. I looked down at what Blake had typed on his phone.

Answer him with a simple yes.

"Y-yes?" I said aloud.

I heard Cole's footsteps get closer and closer to the closet. "Are you in the closet?" He asked.

Just answer his questions with whatever I type...

Yes

"Yep," I answered, my voice a little shaky because of the proximity of Blake's body.

"Have you seen Bl- wait what are you doing?"

I read aloud what Blake was typing, "Nothing, just pleasuring myse- wait what the- OUCH THAT HURT YOU ANUS!" I yelled when Blake pinched my side.

Blake then looked up at the ceiling, pinched the bridge of his nose, and shook his head at me.

"Olivia, what the hell is going on? Is Blake in there with you? Who are you talking to?"

Blake pointed at his phone and started typing, "My finger-" My eyes widened and I slapped the back of Blake's head. "STOP WITH MASTURBATION CRAP YOU DISGUSTING P-"

The closet door slid open revealing an extremely red Cole- when I say red, I mean literally. It's not just the poor boy's face that's red, but his hair was colored a dark reddish-pink color with dye dripping from it, running down his face and staining his white bathrobe.

"Wait, Cole are you wearing anything underneath that?" My eyes widened.

Either he was ignoring me or he was just too focused on glaring straight through Blake's soul while Blake grinned.

"You mother trucker." Cole lunged at Blake the second he stepped out of the closet and before I knew it, the both of them were wrestling on my bedroom floor- no scratch that, Cole was actually on top of Blake attempting to punch him, while Blake was laughing his ass off and blocking Cole's blows from reaching his gorgeous face.

"You piece of shit! You ruined my precious hair. This better be temporary or so help me god I'll ruin yo-"

"Jesus, 'chill Regina', calm your tits. You totally deserved it, I promised you I'd get you back and I'm a man of my word." Blake smirked, cutting Cole off from finishing his threat.

A thought crossed my mind when Cole kicked Blake in the shins.

Why the hell did he need to trap me in the closet with him when he could've simply hid in there alone and told me not to tell Col-

Nah, I would've even helped Cole find him if I saw him storming into my room with his Strawberry Shortcake appearance.

The poor thing.

After five minutes of Cole attempting to ruin Blake's face, he got up from the floor, held my arm, and dragged me out of my room and towards his.

What the hell is up with people grabbing my arm and dragging me around today? You don't own me biatches, I am my own women, screw patriarchy-

"Oliver, did I ever mention how good your outfit looks tod-

"Fine, I'll help you get rid of it." I rolled my eyes.

He patted my head. "I would hug you but that shirt looks dope and I don't wanna ruin it with the dye." He pointed at his head.

I nodded my head and chuckled as we entered his ensuite bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror with an unreadable expression. "I actually look kind of ho- Nah, this looks like shit, please make it go away." he sounded like he was so close to tearing up, it was hilarious.

I chuckled and made him sit on the toilet, not before placing a towel on top of the closed lid so the dye wouldn't stain it. "Stay here and try not to move too much. I'll be right back."

I walked to my room and grabbed my phone so I could call Huda and ask her how to remove hair dye. I figured she might know how to deal with shiz like this since she's got a few dyed blue streaks on her dark brown hair.

After the phone call with Huda, I walked back to Cole's room, where I found him leaning his head back over the bathtub, chuckling while Blake stared at his pink head with a small grin and muttered something that made Cole chuckle even more.

They're so adorable. I wanna punch them.