Can you fucking not?!

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•Nicole•

We finished our food and headed back.
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"You guys are back!" Jaime cried and ran over to Jessica, jumping into her arms. All the guys ran over to their lovers, but Vic and I were the awkward children at the "playground".

"Awh come here," Vic walks over with open arms. I snuggle into the crook of his neck.

The door swung open and in came a steaming Daniella.

"I saw them at the diner and they-" she stops yelling and looks around. Well hello to you too.

"Why is she here?" She said flipping her wrist towards me, pointing her new manicured finger.

"'She' is here because she lives here?" Erin said with a smug look on her face

"No one asked you." Daniella smeared.

"You. Werent. directing the question to anyone, therefore Erin could have and did answer," I whisper, not wanting to start a fight.

"And why are you with my boyfriend?!" She struts over and pulls me towards the couch. She pushes my shoulders back, having them crack, and my body flip over the back of the couch.

She grabs Vic and smudges her lipstick with her mouth over his.

"Aye aye Aye! Stop!" Alysha shouted over the ambush of arguments.

"What has gotten into you?!" She shouts in Daniella's smirk.

"Why are you yelling at me? I thought we were friends!" Daniella threw her hands up, her bracelets flying in directions. One of her heavy cufflings hit my head.

"Ow!" I whined.

"I think that maybe you should get out of here," Alysha has been calming down, but still pointing to the door. Daniella puffs out a breathe of disgust and struts out, her heals clicking from under her. The door slams shut, leaving us in a complete silence. I'm still holding my head.

"Oh, Nicole? Are you alright?" Alysha runs to my side. I hold up her bracelet and place on my forming head bump.

Everyone laughs. It's not funny that I'm hurt.

"Guys I'm just gonna go to bed." I frown. Getting up, I lays blanket over me as I lay on the couch.

"Oh silly, you are sleeping in my bed" Vic laughs. No I'm not. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

I reach for the couch, but just missing the back.

"Come darling, don't worry about her." He whispered as as got into his room.
He set me on his bed and pulled the covers over my drowsy body.

"Goodnight my darling" he sighs as he leaves the door.

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