plus two ⌁ hayes [IN EDITING]

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i slam the door shut and stand in my spot for a moment, just taking in this whole scene. i stare at the amount of people in my living room at midnight. let's count, shall we? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17. seventeen people. and that's only in my tiny living room that's meant to hold probably five to six people at most. the rest of the house is just as overcrowded and wreaks of weed and alcohol.

the humidity of the whole house is impressively high. i've only been in here for about 2 minutes and my hair is already sticking to my forehead with sweat. i push through various sweaty bodies only to find hayes, to tell him to shut the party down. the music is blaring, and at this point i'm just surprised that the cops haven't been called yet.

i finally come across those bright blue eyes that are hard to miss. he's surrounded by a bunch of friends who are surprisingly taller than him, even though i thought he was pretty tall. "bro, who's this cutie?" one of his clique members hits on me.

"her name's uninterested," i roll my eyes, grabbing hayes' wrist and pulling him aside. "can you shut your fucking party down please?" i ask rather harshly, making the question sound like more of a demand. which it was. i'm seconds away from losing it completely; and no one wants to be around when that torrential rain fall starts to pour from the sky.

from the look in my darkened eyes, he can tell i'm being serious and nods eagerly. "yo listen! round up! y'all don't gotta go home but ya can't stay here!" he calls out, referencing the song 'closing time'. i want to smile really bad, but i need to stand my ground and remain mad at him so i keep a straight face.

here i was thinking that hayes and jack are normal roommates and they would be fine to live with. boy, was i wrong. their first night living here and they host a party? real smart, guys. johnson tries to walk out the door, but hayes grabs him by the sweater and yanks him back inside. "woah, not so fast. you're facing this wrath, too" he chuckles.

that comment sent me over the edge and tears start spilling from my cheeks. both of their eyes widen in shock, probably expecting me to start yelling and screaming at them, not start sobbing while crouching on the floor. "yo, what the fuck?" jack's mouth falls open, kneeling next to me along with hayes.

"i had a really bad day today and this did not make it any better, you fucking trick ass bitches! i thought you were going to be nice roommate material but here we are!" i exclaim, flailing my arms all over the place while speaking dramatically. they both look horrified as if i've just asked them for a kidney.

"i'm sorry—" hayes starts, but i cut him off, not wanting to hear any of his lame excuses.

"whatever. i'm going to bed." i grumble. i stand up from my temporary seat on the wooden floors and make my way to my bedroom that i thankfully do not have to share with anyone. i hear a sigh from behind me but i don't turn back to see who it was.

i lay in my comfortable bed that i wish i could have just spent the whole day in. today really was an absolute shit day; not one thing went right. everything had to take it's own little road instead of going the way it should have. honestly, i just can't believe hayes and jack had the audacity to throw a party without my consent on the first day of being moved in.

i wish emma hadn't have been working her night shift tonight. she would have been able to prevent all of this from happening but most importantly, my meltdown. what are you gonna do? it is what it is, i guess.

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i send my tweet out and set my phone down on the laminate countertop. everyone's sleeping and i have nothing to do. i am the most ungrateful person i know, you could give me a new thing to do every day and i'd still get bored of everything and ask for a new thing to do with each day. i kind of feel bad for not even giving the boys a chance to explain themselves but then again, nothing could really validly explain that.

"morning," emma comes out of her room with a groggy voice. i lift my chin slightly in acknowledgement while she furrows her eyebrows. "what crawled up your ass and died?"

i glare at her, "hayes and jack." i reply. she slams her hands on the counter aggressively, showing me that she will go above and beyond to make him regret whatever he did.

"what the fuck did they do? do i need to snatch those fake ass weaves?" she questions intimidatingly. i shake my head, but then think, maybe she should because they need to be taught some sort of lesson.

"yes, actually. they threw a party while you and i were out last night." i explain. her face goes from infuriated to a slightly confused infuriation. i know her temper is a little uncontrollable at times, and i wouldn't want this getting violent right off the bat.

"why?" her face scrunches, her brows knitting together. i'm not sure, i've asked myself this question as well.

"dunno," i shrug just as i see hayes walk out of his and jack's room, making his way into the kitchen. "why don't you ask him yourself?" i glare at him.

"woah, what am i walking into?" he laughs, joking about this decently serious situation. we both give him looks that say 'stop being a fucking dick and listen'... or at least that's what mine says.

"why?" emma asks, completely dumbfounded. he seems to catch onto what she's talking about and shrugs. really? i could come up with a better excuse than nothing and i didn't even throw the damn party. i send him an expression that says 'if you don't answer her damn question i won't hesitate to throw hands'

"because i'm a teenager that does stupid shit without thinking? i don't know!" he snaps, making me jump in my seat. i smirk, thinking of a way to annoy him.

"listen, buddy, you don't have to get triggered, all we're looking for is an apology." i taunt, trying to keep myself from laughing. abruptly, he stands up and gets out of his chair.

he storms out of the kitchen, yelling out "well you better keep searching!" on his way back to his bedroom, slamming the door shut when he arrives there. i can't hold it in anymore and start laughing hysterically.