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Louis

Someone is out in the hallway yelling that if we don't get up for breakfast, we will lose our activity privileges.

I look over to my roommate and ask, "Are they serious?"

My roommate gives me a disgusted look like, How dare you talk to me? and walks out without saying anything. I should've seen that coming. Not a lot of people talk to me or like when I try to talk to them.

I follow my roommate out into the hall, and I see that almost everyone are still in their pajamas. I feel overdressed in my tan slacks, matching sweater vest, black dress shoes, and my glasses. I want to go back and change, but the big black man standing in the middle of the hall with his arms crossed looks as if he's ready to toss anyone that dares to get passed him. So I push my glasses back up onto my nose and try to keep up with everyone else, and I swear they're looking at me funny. Like I have three heads or something.

I get to the makeshift cafeteria and I see that everyone from my Group is already sitting at our usual table.

"Look." Zayn says, pointing at a new boy in the lunch line.

Harry gives me a little shove and says, "Go get him."

I walk over to the boy and ask him to come sit with us. He looks at me like I'm insane, which I'm used to by now, but he follows me anyways.

There are four of us already, the new boy making five. We've been needing a new Group member since our old one, Matt, got kicked out for trying to sneak into one of the girl's room. I'm the nerdy one, Liam is the pretty and nice boy, Harry is the so-called tough guy—I personally think he's bit of an asshole sometimes— and Zayn's the emo boy. If we weren't in this place, people would be so confused if they saw us together, but I wouldn't blame them.

"So, new boy, how old are you?" Harry asks, taking a sip of his water.

"Seventeen." The new boy says.

Harry nods, "What's your drug of choice?"

"Excuse me?" The new boy asks.

That's when I break in and tell him, "Your drug of choice. You know, your favorite. The one that got you in here like us."

"Yeah," Harry says, "Like mine is alcohol, Zayn's is weed and painkillers, and Louis' is meth."

The new boy holds back a laugh and says, "Really? This Louis?"

Ouch, that hurt.

"I know right?" Harry says, "This kid is full of surprises."

"Thanks." I say, but I don't really mean it. I'm just trying to keep him happy.

Liam then says, "Anyways, mine are cocaine and alcohol. Well, I guess pretty much anything that would get me high, but vodka and coke were the things that got me into the most trouble."

"Rich boy drugs." Zayn grumbles under his breath.

I give Zayn a warning look, "Be nice, Zayn." But I know by now that it is highly unlikely for him to listen to me. That's just how he is. He's either quiet and mysterious, or snapping and being mean. There's hardly a day when he's nice.

"I've heard that some guys can get pretty freaky when they're on coke." Harry says with a smirk.

"Oh really?" Liam says.

I make a disgusted face, "Ugh, get a room."

"Jesus, Harry. You're a fucking pig." Zayn says.

"Yeah? And you're a fucking emo faggot. Why don't you and your little boyfriend Louis go cry somewhere in a corner and cut yourselves?" Harry snaps.

Ouch, again.

"Fuck you." Zayn sneers.

Harry huffs out a laugh, "You wish."

"What about you, Niall? What's your drug of choice?" I say, changing the subject. I hate when they fight. It makes me antsy.

"Oh-um-I guess I'm here for diet pills? But I don't have a problem. W-With drugs, I mean." Niall says.

"Yeah, because none of us do," Zayn says, "This place is actually a lovely getaway for kids that like drugs that our parents sent us to."

I reach under the table and pinch Zayn's leg to tell him to stop being so mean, but he ignores it. If anyone else were to do that, he'd snap. For some reason, he's just never mean to me.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" I ask Niall. All he has is a cup of decaffeinated tea, and I'm a little worried.

"Oh, I'm not hungry." Niall says with a smile, but I could tell it was forced.

"Don't you eat?" Harry asks.

"I thought alcoholic meatheads like you liked skinny boys?" Zayn asks.

"No, we just don't want ugly fat assholes like you, Zayn. I like my boys to have meat in all the right places, like Liam here." Harry says. He puts his arm around Liam and Liam just smiles, like he's proud to be Harry's.

Zayn goes back to staring blankly at whatever he can, and Niall looks as if he expects one of us to kill him. It's only his first day and he already sees us as some kind of animals.