~Lauren's POV~
When I woke up, the first thing I did was check my phone. 10:00. After I checked the time I decided to get up and look around the room. It was a pretty decent size for a teenage boy honestly.
"Lauren?" I heard a soft voice from the other side of the door.
"What?"
"Lauren?! I didn't expect you to reply. Can you open the door?"
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Uh, the owner of that room?"
"Chase?"
"Yeah." He chuckled, "how'd you guess?"
"The pictures gave it away." I said opening the door.
"You wanna talk about last night?" Chase asked, closing the door.
"I don't know, but I do know I chose Michael so Jason hates me and is probably going to bring me back." I frowned.
"Well. He's just- upset? Yeah, upset. That you chose Michael." Chase said.
"Well what did he expect?" I asked sarcastically.
"I don't know, but whatever you do, don't get that attitude with Jason. You will get killed." Chase warned, I nodded. "Anyway. The guys and I have something we should probably tell you."
"Which is?"
"We wanted to tell you as a group. Meet us downstairs?"
"Fine. Give me 10." I said. "Where is my room, or where ever I'm staying?"
"Follow me." And with that I followed chase to the room across the hall. "This is your room, we can touch it up though if you want, it was my old room so it's kinda-dark?"
"It's perfect." I grinned.
"You sure?" Chase chuckled. I nodded, "ok then, meet us in the living room when your done." Then Chase walked off.
My room was black, with one white wall. They had a king sized bed in the corner and a white dresser against one on the black walls. They said I could touch it up, right? Maybe I can get some decorations. But I have to get ready to go downstairs. I grabbed a black tank top and jean shorts out of my bag. I slipped them on and ran downstairs.
"You needed me?" I giggled, trying not to looked in Jason's direction. I'm not really happy per-say, but I'm trying to put on a smile for them. I guess trying to show them that I'm ok, even though I'm really not.
"What do you think your wearing?!" Jason shouted.
I wanted to say something, but I just couldn't. I stood there looking down at my feet, my hands shaking.
"Look at me when I talk to you." Jason grabbed my chin and moved my head up. "What do you think your wearing?" He asked sternly.
"Clothes?" I asked.
"Don't get that attitude with me young lady." Jason warned.
I nodded.
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