Aubrey points at Hunter.
Layla: WHAT?!
Hunter's standing there shocked.
Layla: Baby, tell her you're taken!
Hunter: I-I uh...
Hunter sighs.
Hunter: I'm sorry Aubrey, but I'm taken.
Terrance: Hey, why do you have a poster of A in your room?
Hunter: Because she's my idol.
Aubrey: Aw! How sweet.
Anna: Why do you have X-Ray glasses in there too?
Hunter goes red.
Ross: Explain.
Hunter: No thanks.
Ross laughs dryly.
Ross: I wasn't asking.
Hunter: I, I um... Uh...
Everyone stares at Hunter waiting for an explanation.
Terrance: Dude, answer carefully. This is my girlfriend we're talking about here.
Cameron: No! She's mine!
Terrance: No, she's mine!
Cameron: NO!
Aubrey: SHUT UP!
Cameron: DONT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!
Aubrey: WHY NOT?!
Cameron: BECAUSE!
Aubrey: BECAUSE WHAT?!
Cameron looses his temper and punches Aubrey in the face, causing her nose to break and make her fall unconsious.
Terrance: DUDE?!
Cameron: T, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect that to happen.
Terrance: You knocked MY girlfriend UNCONSIOUS!
Laura sighs and goes to the bathroom, gets a damp cloth and runs back over to Aubrey and places it on her head.
Cameron: Like I said, I DIDNT MEAN TOO!
Terrance: WELL YOU DID!
Aubrey slowly wakes up groaning.
Aubrey: What just happened?
Terrance: This ASS punched you in the face!
Cameron: I said IM SORRY!
Terrance: Sorry AINT gonna cut it! You hurt MY girlfriend! The one person that means the world to me!
Aubrey: SHUT IT!
Everyone looks at her.
Aubrey: Who are you guys?
Hunter: I'm Hunter.
Anna: Anna.
Layla: Layla.
Robyn: Robyn.
Thomas: Thomas.
Cameron: Cameron.
Terrance: Terrance, your boyfriend.
Aubrey smiles.
Aubrey: I can see why I love you.
Terrance: Really?
Cameron: Yea, really?!
Anna hits Cameron in the head.
Cameron: OW!
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Badass meets Bad Boy
FanfictionThis story is about Laura Marano being treated awfully by her parents. She moves out to California with her older sister Vanessa, and Laura will attend Marino High School, there she runs into the biggest bad boy ever... Ross Shor Lynch. Does he chan...
