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~Monday~

I woke up to the heady scent of something in the air and my eyes shot open when I realized what it was.

Bagels, french toast, and coffee.

My favorite.

I rubbed my eyes with my fist and yawned. Now that I was almost fully awake, I realized that I was still lying down on the couch where I had fallen asleep last night while I was watching random youtube videos after Cole headed to his room to sleep.

Nothing much really happened yesterday. Cole came back from his parents' house at around 2 pm and Blake left the apartment to go "run some errands" before I even woke up. I didn't see him until 7 pm and he just headed straight to his room to work out as soon as he entered the apartment.

I didn't know if I was glad that I didn't have to face him after what had happened on Saturday night, or if I was unsettled and wanted to cry from embarrassment because he was probably avoiding me because of that stupid embarrassing moment.

Though, thank god Cole was there. The idiot made an amazing job at distracting from thinking of it by being his normal hilarious self. We even made dinner together while he twerked to the music that I was playing and I just sang along to the lyric and danced.

I sat up and also noticed that I had my bed's fluffy and soft comforter over my body.

I don't remember fetching it from my room before falling asleep...

I knit my eyebrows and got up from sitting on the couch. I was about to head to the kitchen and check if my smelling senses were correct but stopped when I realized that I really had to pee.

I made my way to the bathroom and did my business along with brushing my teeth and washing my face. After I was done drying my wet face with a towel, I checked my appearance on the mirror and cringed. My hair was a mess and I kind of looked like a zombie.

I grabbed the hairbrush from the counter and combed my hair quickly, eager to finish so I could head to the kitchen. A few minutes of combing later, my hair looked decent and it kind of made me look less dead.

I stared at my reflection for a few more seconds and glanced at my cheeks. God, I hated them. I untucked my front locks from behind my ears and let them fall down and cover a portion of each side of my face.

I looked at it again and a thought crossed my mind.

What if I try lifting it today?

No, that exposes your round face too much.

Everyone will make fun of you.

They'll see what's actually behind those two thick locks.

You'll look t-

I'll just try it out. It wouldn't do any harm. I can even let a few baby locks down to frame my face.

I lifted my hair up into a ponytail and tied it with the rubber band that was wrapped around my right wrist. I let a few of the short front strands escape the ponytail and took a final look at the mirror.

It... actually doesn't look bad...

Don't stare for too long. Don't stare for too long.

I looked away and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

That's better.

I walked out of the bathroom and rushed towards the kitchen where I spotted Blake, shirtless, of course, standing in front of the stove with a pan in hand. I couldn't really see what was in the pan but I just hoped it was toast.

"'Morning, Muffin." Blake looked up at me for a second, looked down, and then shot his head up towards my direction a second later. He looked at my hair and grinned.

Oh my god. No.

No.

My heart rate started to accelerate.

I knew I shouldn't have worn it this way.

He's probably going to make fun of you.

He sees how disgusting it actually looks.

I want to cry.

He can see those stupid, puffy, disgusting, chubby cheeks.

"I really like the hair," His grin slowly started to turn into a smile. A genuine, cute smile.

My heart started to beat even faster at THAT.

He likes it.

He freaking likes i-

Wait... WHY DO I CARE ABOUT HIS OPINION?

My cheeks instantly flushed scarlet and they started heating up even more when flashes of Saturday's events came through my mind and I wanted to bang my head against the nearest counter repeatedly. "'Morning... thanks," I mumbled, looking away.

"I'm making french toast and, as you can see, there are bagels on the table along with coffee and OJ," He went back to looking down at the pan so he could check if the toast was ready to be flipped.

My eyes widened and I internally did a little dance when I saw the bagels set on the kitchen island. "Thank you."

"No problem. Take a seat, I'm almost done." He flipped a toast with a spatula.

I sat down on one of the stools and watched him as he continued making the french toast, his veiny arms holding onto the handle tightly as his biceps flexed every time he shook the pan, his back muscles too.

"Bonjour mes enfantssss!" Cole's cheery yet raspy voice stopped me from continuing to check Blake out.

"Don't tell me you're back to the 'Je ne parle que francais' phase," Blake threw his head back. (I only speak french)

Cole shrugged, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a cucumber. His eyes caught the sight of me sitting at the table and he froze. Tilting his head to the side, he let out an "Oooo..." before squinting his eyes and saying, "I like."

Brain: I FUCKING TOLD YOU IT LOOKED GOOD.

"Thank you," I smiled a little.

Cole chuckled and went back to doing whatever he was doing before he froze and said, "You are very welcome, my dear Oliver. Oh, and Blake, to answer your question regarding the phase... Nah. Don't worry babe."

"Fucking good. I was ready to beat the shit out of you- tray," Blake snapped his fingers towards the tray that was set on the counter behind Cole.

Cole rolled his eyes and passed Blake the tray so he could place the french toasts in it. "You wouldn't lay a finger on your lover..."

"Of course I wouldn't lay a finger on Peter," Blake shrugged.

Cole gasped at that. "You little shit!"

Blake smirked and set the tray of french toasts on the kitchen island. "What?"

"Shut the fuck up, don't talk to me. Je ne parle que putain de français. Pute puante." (I only speak fucking french. Stinky whore.)

"Solo la tua puttana, tesoro," Blake widened his grin. (Only your whore, treasure.)

I stared at him in shock when I heard those words come out of his lips fluently. I didn't know what either of them was saying but I knew that Cole was speaking French a minute ago and now Blake's speaking Italian since I was sure that the word tesoro meant 'darling' or 'treasure' in that language.

"You fucker, you can't do that." Cole glared at him.

"Can't do what?" Blake placed a french toast on his plate and passed the tray to me.

"You can't pull the Italian card on me. We agreed you'd stop doing that."

"When did we ever agree on that, Amore?"Blake took a sip of coffee.

"Shut the fuck up," Cole grumbled and took a seat on one of the stools.

Blake chuckled and set his mug down. Glancing at my confused face, he cocked his head to the side, still smirking, and asked, "What's wrong Muffin?"

"How are you that fluent? The accent- are you half Italian?" I sounded way too interested than I should be. He just sounded so... ugh, I wanna punch him.

Blake let out a chuckle from the back of his throat, making it come out as low, deep, and so god damn se- DAMN IT SHUT UP! I wanna pun-

"No. My uh- my mom's half Italian so I picked up a few words and sentences from her..." he answered.

"Oh," That makes sense.

"Fudge, shiz, frick, shat, FUCK!" Cole yelled out of nowhere and banged his head against the table.

I shot my head towards his direction with pinched eyebrows, "What?" I asked worriedly.

"Fucking schoollll~" Cole moaned and whined like a child while his shoulders shook from his fake sobbing.

Blake rolled his eyes and continued eating, completely used to this. "Are you kidding me?" I asked him.

"Fuck no, I'm not; It's Mondayyy,"

"No shit," Blake muttered.

"Fuck you."

"You already did, Tesoro." Blake smirked behind his mug of coffee.

Dang. I think there's something wrong with my stomach. It like breakdances every time he says that wor- I wanna punch him.

"And now I wish I didn't" Cole groaned.

"So does that mean our plans for the night are canceled, baby?"

"Yes."

"Damn it! I was really psyched to wear that sexy mistress maid outfit!" Blake muttered.

"Go commit nastification with Peter in it, he is your lover after fucking all." Cole lifted his head from against the table and squinted his eyes at Blake.

Blake shrugged. "Oka-"

"Shut the fuck up, I was kidding. Méchant joue de fesses potelée." (Nasty chubby butt cheek)

"Infradito," (Flip flop)

"Rat nu de taupe," (Naked mole rat)

"funghi che è in mezzo alle dita dei piedi," (Fungi that's in between my toes)

"Suka."

"A- wait, isn't that Russian?" Blake tilted his head to the side in confusion. Cuti- I wanna punch him.

Cole smiled and nodded his head yes as he took a gigantic bite of his bagel.

"Where'd your dumb uneducated ass learn that from?"

Cole didn't even bother to finish chewing the chunk in his mouth and swallowing it before he answered. "Galina Turgenev kind of yelled that to my face outside our apartment in the middle of the hallway after slapping me because I laughed at her granny panties when we were taking our clothes off to commit nastification... so I kind of figured it was something bad. still don't know what it means though."

My eyes widened when I heard that. I didn't know if it would be mean and rude of me to laugh at that since the girl was actually a really sweet person and I feel bad, so I just pursed my lips to stop myself from letting my cackles out.

Blake did that exact same thing too and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You fucking idiot," He whispered while still trying to keep his laughter in so it sounded choked out.

Cole just swung his legs in his seat, like Lizzie, and stared at his bagel as he tried to fit the entire thing inside his mouth.

Blake and I stared at him with unreadable expressions on our faces and then our heads turned towards each other's directions at the same time. Blake just shook his head and I chuckled.

About ten minutes later, we were all done with having breakfast and I got up to place our plates in the dishwasher while Cole and Blake put the remaining foods away.

"By the way, I'm riding with you today," I heard Blake tell Cole.

Cole didn't even ask why, he just nodded and simply said, "Sure, babaay,"

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"Where are you going?" Huda asked me when she saw me standing up from my seat in the cafeteria.

"Bathroom," I answered. "Can you get me a sandwich when you go to the lunch lady? Please,"

"Shore," Huda smacked my ass.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm sorry, I had to."

I glared at her and flipped her off before turning around and walking away. I spotted the boys sitting at a table with a few other students, including Anthony Johnson and Nick Stevens and his girlfriend Ella Micheals who was sitting on his lap and chuckling at something Cole had said.

Blake caught a glimpse of me as I passed by their table and he gave me his signature smirk, causing a few of the girls that were sitting with them at the table to avert their gazes towards me and either scowl, give me a confused expression, or pretend to look away when I locked eyes with them. Though about two girls just smiled when I looked at them and I smiled back and kept walking towards the cafeteria double doors.

Only two girls were in the bathroom when I entered it and I thanked God it wasn't as crowded as it usually is when there are only ten minutes left for the lunch break.

After finishing my business in one of the stalls, I walked towards one of the vacant sinks and noticed how the two girls had left and I was the only one in the bathroom.

I was drying my hands when I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. I looked up at the mirror and my blood ran cold the second my eyes caught the sight of Tina's strawberry blonde hair and I made the mistake of looking at her face...

She was looking at me with a certain terrifying expression planted on her face and was flashing me her usual smirk. "Well, would you fucking look at that, the cow's here. Should I be checking for any broken toilet seats before using one?"

I looked away and ignored her as I continued to dry my hands, acting like I totally wasn't on the verge of peeing my pants. As soon as I was done drying my hands, I threw the paper towel away quickly and turned around to walk away, but Tina stopped me from stalking off by shoving my shoulder.

She stared at me in disgust. "God, you fucking make me feel sick by simply looking at you." She sneered. "You know, I actually used to think of you as the innocent little prudey bitch and everything. But, after finding out about your attempts of whoring around with Blake and Cole, I actually got a little mad. Wanna guess why Olivia?" She rhetorically asked.

"I thought about how I was always treated like fucking dirt on their shoes as a child while you were considered as their little, sweet, innocent, perfect, pitiful, traumatized Olivia with the dead parents who was always better than naughty Tina. And now, I realized that it was all just an act. You ruined everything for me... and it was all a fucking act. You're just a fucking nasty, disgusting slut, and sadly, no one is able to see that."

I tried my best to block her voice out- to ignore her, to not let her words get to me, but I failed. I needed to get out of here before I end up breaking down in front of her- or worse, having a panic attack.

Still looking away, I took a step forward to try and get away but she gave me a hard push, causing my back to slam into the sink behind me. "Have you ever just thought of, I don't know, maybe ridding yourself from this world? I'm sure it would do everyone a favor."

"Luke wouldn't have to take care of a fat brat like you and it would probably help him financially since he wouldn't need to waste his money on feeding an overweight cow. Cole wouldn't feel the need to fucking drain his energy trying to cheer a thirsty-for-attention "depressed" girl. Oh yeah, and Huda... The girl wouldn't have to feel obligated to be your friend because she feels bad for you. And last but not least, our dear Blake. The guy never even liked you, I'm sure he wouldn't even notice if you were dead. He doesn't give a fuck about you, Olivia, or at least that's what he said to me in bed last Saturday night."

My breathing hitched as soon as I heard that and I felt a lump In my throat. My heart ached so badly at the last part. So that's what he was doing on Saturday? Didn't know he wanted to avoid spending time with me so badly that he was ready to sleep with the girl he once mentioned he'd rather die than touch again. Did that moment that we shared really scare him off that much?

Why did it hurt knowing that Blake was sleeping with her instead of spending time with me? I mean, everyone knows that Blake sleeps around a lot and it never really hurt me knowing that, but why did it hurt when I knew it was precisely Tina and not some other random girl? We weren't together, he wasn't "mine"... but it still hurt.

"Aww, is the fattie surprised? That's right, he never liked you, you're just a big fat-ass burden for everyone. Don't you think you could've spent your precious time focusing on fixing-" she pointed her manicured finger at my face and scrunched her face "-that instead of drooling over a guy who couldn't care less about you?"

That was it. I couldn't hold the tears in anymore. Tina finally said what everyone was too afraid to say. It wasn't the fact that she constantly insulted me that was breaking me, but it was the fact that I knew all of it was true but I've been denying it all along.

I knew I was just a burden that everyone around me had to carry. I knew that I had the face of fucking deranged ugly fat animal that anyone would rather die than have. I knew that Blake didn't give a damn about me and never will.

Tina looked at my tear-streaked face with disgust and kicked my ankle, causing me to lose balance and fall on the ground, my back hitting the concrete hard. She then strolled out of the bathroom after giving me a sadistic smile and saying "That's what I thought."

I stared at the ceiling with blurry eyes for a couple of seconds before closing them and crying even harder, my whole body shaking from my harsh sobs. Was I really just a burden?

Yes, yes you are.

I got up slowly and looked at my tear-streaked face in the mirror. A few girls had entered the bathroom right after Tina left but I couldn't care less. Tina was right; I really am a fat ugly cow. I mean look at that face, I feel bad for whoever has to look at it for more than ten seconds.

I glared at my fat chubby cheeks and pulled my rubber band off my hair, letting it fall from the ponytail. I covered a portion of each side of my face with the front locks of my hair so it would look slimmer than it actually is and so I wouldn't be able to see at that area anymore.

I looked down at the sink and started to whisper these words to myself, "You're beautiful Olivia, don't listen to her, it's just a few extra fats that are on your face. You are beautiful, you-" I stopped when I looked at my reflection in the mirror again. Who am I kidding? I'm fucking ugly. I'm a fat pig. A cow. An ugly fat cow with a round face that's bigger than both Tina and Tracey's faces combined.

I started cursing every cuss word that came to mind and glared daggers at my face before bringing my hand to my face and trying my best to scratch the ugly thing with my short nails.

Fresh new tears started pouring out of my eyes and I mentally screamed. Every girl in the bathroom was staring at me like I was some kind of maniac, but as I said, I couldn't care less at this point.

Suddenly I heard the bathroom door flung open so hard that I swear I thought I heard the sound of a wall cracking from the contact of the doorknob. I didn't care though, I just continued to roughly wipe the stupid tears off of my stupid face with my palms and mentally cuss at my disgusting appearance.

"Out!" I heard an all too familiar voice say.

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