― UNKNOWN NUMBER! (IRWIN)

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The car ride was a mixture of yelling, laughing, sarcastic comments, air guitar, and loud, off-key singing.

Let's just say it was beyond awkward to get to the lobby and see Ashton and Krystal waiting by the elevators impatiently.

It definitely didn't help that we were all still laughing and messing around.

"Finally," Ashton rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, Irwin,"

I stared wide-eyed at Michael. The once best friends were now considerably hostile toward each other.

Ashton rolled his eyes again and pressed the elevator button.

Remember when I said arriving and seeing the oh-so-bitchy couple waiting?

Well, the elevator ride to the 4th floor was way worse.

I was smushed between Michael and Krystal, which wasn't so bad until Ashton shoved Luke out of the way to stand behind Krystal.

I had never seen a couple be so forward in the presence of others.

The collective sigh from the rest of the elevator confirmed my theory that I wasn't the only one disgusted by it.

Everyone practically ran out of the elevator and followed closely behind as I walked down the hall to my apartment.

The crowd shuffled into my apartment and immediately made themselves at home.

"Whose ready to party!?"

I wasn't sure which boy shouted it but everyone (that was important) whooped and hollered in reply.

Soon enough we were dancing, eating, talking, and jamming to music. Everything was great. That was until somebody got a little tipsy.

I walked to my room to get a top for Blake, who had spilled a drink on hers.

I opened the door and yelped at what I saw.

Ashton and Krystal were getting it on on my bed.

My fucking bed.

I froze at the sight. Footsteps became louder as the others came down the hall.

"Nikki, are you okay?"

I heard Blake call out.

"Nikki?"

Michael rounded the corner first.

"Oh gosh, what happened, Nikki?"

Michael examined me for any sign of physical injury. Tears welled in my eyes as I numbly pointed to the open doorway.

Everyone looked where I pointed. I could visibly see the anger boil up inside each of them. Blake was the first to blow.

"I HAVE LITERALLY KNOWN YOU FOR ABOUT TWO HOURS AND I ALREADY HATE YOU BOTH!"

Ashton and Krystal looked up from each other and at the small crowd of people in the doorway.

"Put some fucking pants on,"

Michael's voice was laced with venom.

"Krystal, I suggest you just leave,"

Luke threw her shirt at her as he said it.

"As for you, mate, we are all going to sit down and have a little chat,"

Calum sat down in my desk chair. Luke sat next to Calum on the floor. Michael stood at the door with me by his side.

Blake walked over to Ashton. He looked up at her tiredly.

Then she did what I had been to scared to do.

She slapped Ashton so hard I bet the neighbors heard it.

"You might want to sober the fuck up for this,"