Chapter 3

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Leila's POV

My muscles cracked as I got out of bed. I wouldn't admit it, but these extra perimeter checks Luke is having us do is killing me! I shouldn't be this sore! Ever! 

I groaned, going over to my closet to pick an outfit for the last day of this hectic week. I pulled out a grey sweater and my white cami. I changed my undergarments before tugging them on. Then I found a pair of black skinnies to wear. Along with my all black Vans. Joanna was sporting a similar sweater, but purple. And she wore light wash skinnies with black chucks. 

I am so ready for a weekend. Joanna isn't the only one with boy problems. Niall won't leave me alone. But she doesn't see me fucking freaking out over it. I know I don't know everything behinds hers, but that's because she won't tell me. And my twin telepathy only works with so much. 

"Would you stop radiating annoyance?" Jo shot, grabbing her backpack. 

I rolled my eyes, "Would you stop overheating?" I grabbed my backpack and made way downstairs. Once again, Luke sat there eating cereal. I swear, that's all this boy does. Except, I give him the benefit of the doubt. Most of the time. 

"Hey, Luke," I piped, going over to the fridge to grab a yogurt. 

"You ready for that German test?" He asked, spooning another full in his mouth. 

I shrugged, "I guess so. German isn't hard." 

"Easy for you to say," Jo remarked. 

"You're not even in German! You're taking Spanish!" 

Her face was already going red, "Yeah, because you got the last opening for German!" 

"I had no control over that," I stated, my own cheeks starting to heat up. I know we've gotten in silly fights like this one, but it just seems different this time. I don't know what has been going on between us these past two weeks. It all started when Niall and Harry showed up at our school. And the threat of the Hart pack attacking. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Luke asked, standing up to rinse out his bowl and put it in the dishwasher. 

I shook my head, "I don't know.. I feel like Niall and Harry have something to do with it." 

"Why woul-" 

"Hey guys!" A voice called. Mikey. 

The light blonde haired boy came bounding into the kitchen. Cal and Ashton following behind. The three dorks who have to go to school with us. I'm still not necessarily enjoying it, but it is kind of nice to have them there. 

"You, ladies, ready for school?" Ashton asked cheekily. His grin big and dimples showing. You could say all of these idiots were heartthrobs. They're kind of killers now. But, dating for us isn't really a thing. I don't think. Cause, these lots never dated around. And they practically had girls throwing themselves at them. Even now they do. 

When we didn't answer right away, Ashton's face fell and he asked, "What's going on?" 

Luke sighed heavily, "Lei thinks that Harry and Niall have something to do with their fighting towards each other." 

Cal nodded, "It is kinda weird with the way you've been acting." 

"How would they affect them though?" Mikey asked next. 

Ashton, suddenly, gasped and shot a look at Luke. Luke was quick to shake his head. They're talking to each other in their heads. What the Hell are they talking about? I spooned my yogurt in my mouth as I watched their fiasco. I put the spoon in the sink and threw away the yogurt container. I checked the time and muttered under my breath. 

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