****Previously
...What the fuck is this?" Leah asked as she walked over to our table holding a note pad and pen, obviously directing her comment towards Con and I.
"Um excuse me?!" Con asked her shocked
"I asked what the fuck is this, why are four hot boys with a group of fat, ugly girls?" she said this time directing her comment towards all of us. Looking from Brad and Emily, to James and Kayla, then to Tris and Jeanne and then glaring at Con and I. "Excuse me boys," she said fiddling with her hair, "but I think you've stumbled upon the wrong group of girls, you see these three are completely fine except for there awful choice in friends. That little fatty Grace sitting next to that hot one, well you see, she's got 'mental health issues.'" She said using her fingers as brackets when she said 'mental health issues'
"Shut the fuck up you bitch! Oh and if you continue to twiddle with your hair like that I think your hair extensions will fall out." Kayla said before standing up and slapping her so hard that she fell to the ground.
"What did you just say to me?!" Leah shouted at her holding her cheek, looking up to her from the black and white tiled floor
"I told you to SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP!" Kayla said whilst she picked up her bag and stormed out of the cafe. The rest of us followed her out the door each of the boys giving her a look of disgust as we walked out. I tried to hold in the tears so hard but as soon as we stepped out the door I couldn't stop myself. I crumpled myself into a ball on the pavement and burst into tears.*****
I sat on the pavement for what felt like hours until Con said "Hey beautiful want to stop crying now?" He wiped my run mascara of my face and tapped my nose
"No. I don't want to stop, ever. I just want to go home," I said in between sniffs. I looked up to see that everyone was standing round me in an almost protective circle.
"Come on," Con said "we'll get you home!" I took Cons offered out hand and began to walk back to my house, we decided not to drive there seen as it was a two minuet walk.
"Here it is," I said as the boys stood gawping at my house, okay so it was quite big but it didn't deserve to be gawped at.
"Oh my god, is that an Aston Marten I see?!" James asked
"Yes, yes it is," I smiled wiping my eyes as my eyelashes were still damp from crying
"Holy cow! How do you live like this?!" Brad asked me now gawping at my house and my dad's car
"Dad's got a good job I guess," okay so my dad had more than a good job, he worked for MI6... no I'm joking he doesn't, he's some kind of manager of some upcoming band. I've bet the band a few times but I never really spoke to them properly. They are American and I think that they are all brothers and there's one sister but I'm not that sure!
"Some job that must be!" Brad said "May we enter, or is it just the girls... which is fine you know, if you just want them then-" Brad said starting to blush
"No it's fine! Come in!" I said opening the door, I still felt like shit and I could feel the urge coming on but I put on a smile and jumped onto my sofa kicking of my shoes. The boys all kicked of there shoes and simultaneously jumped on to the sofa that I was sitting on, James landing on top of me.
"Oops, sozzzzzz," he said and kissed my forehead jokingly
"Your not forgiven mate, I'm going to get you back for that one!" I told him "Who wants what to eat and drink?!" I asked jumping of my sofa
"What have you got?" Con asked
"I have no idea! Come with me and choose for the boys?" I asked him with puppy dog eyes
