"We should get to know Mia," Luke suggested as I took a seat at the dining room table.
"No," I said simply, piling my plate with the spaghetti the boys' made.
Calum pouted. "No? Why not?"
"Because I'm boring as fuck," I shrugged, opening my can of soda and taking a sip.
Michael shook his head. "No, you're not."
"How do you know?" I raised my eyebrow. "You don't even know me."
"BECAUSE YOU REFUSE TO TELL US WHEN WE JUST FUCKING ASKED TWO MINUTES AGO," he shouts back.
I stare at him humorously. "Okay, fine. Ask what you want to know about me."
"What are your favorite bands?" Ashton asked. "Bands you don't pretend to be a fangirl of."
"Hmm," I pondered. "I'll just name a few... All Time Low, Panic! At the Disco, The 1975, Fall Out Boy, The Fray, Coldplay, Arctic Monkeys..."
"It seems like you have great taste in music," Michael complimented.
"Thanks," I said softly, glancing at my plate of food.
"Yeah, but I have one problem with it," Calum said. "Why isn't 5 Seconds of Summer on that list?"
I rolled my eyes. "Sorry. Look, I'm sure you guys are a fantastic band, but I'm just not into you."
Ashton gasped. "Well, we are going to change that."
I chuckled. "Why? So you guys can live with a crazy fangirl?"
"Yes," Luke stated.
"Well, if it's any consolation, I do have a favorite band member," I said and instantly regretted it, internally face-palming.
All eyes instantly looked at me, and I slowly slid back down in my seat. Oh God.
"Who?" Ashton asked, seeming to be anxious to know.
"It doesn't matter," I muttered, shoving spaghetti into my mouth.
"WHO?" Calum pleaded. "WHO? WHO? WHO?"
"Stop chanting like an owl, damn," I huffed. "I'm too embarrassed to say."
"If you tell us we'll leave you alone for the rest of the day," Luke promised.
I sighed. "Fine. It's Michael."
Michael gaped, then smirked. "I win."
"Dammit," I hear Ashton mutter.
I stood up from my seat, my face heated. "Well, if you will excuse me, I've been promised to be left alone... so I'll be in my room."
Before they could say anything else, I quickly turned on my heel and ran upstairs to my room, trying to remember the way to get there. I closed my door, letting out a deep breath. I walked over and laid down in my new bed, getting into a fetal position.
How did I end up in this situation? Oh right, Savannah squealed on me.
It wasn't her fault you decided to purposely break the law and become a fake fangirl...
Damn you, self conscious.
I wonder if my parents are worrying about me. Had the Fangirls told them my location? Are they angry at me for breaking the law? Do they hate me? Will I ever see them again?
Even though I'm pissed off at Savannah, I miss her. I miss our craziness. She's been my best friend from the start and I never imagined being in a different place without her... I just want to know why she threw me out on the side like that.
