𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ♚ 𝐥.𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

10 - the blond fighter

"You know, I'm not the only one who wants you to come tonight."

Lyla sat on her bed tying up the laces to her docs, Maria decided to sit out, she's never been a big fan of clubs or anything illegal for that matter. Instead, she'll spend the next few hours working and catching up with her family. Maria hadn't called them in a couple of days, and she knew how worried her father could get when she didn't respond to his morning texts or random check-ins.

"I would come, but you know that places like that aren't my scene." Maria shrugged, hugging her blanket closer to her body as she watched Lyla gather her things, "Maybe next time when I'm super drunk and can't remember anything."

"I don't think that makes it any better," Lyla said, her hands patting down the pockets of her jean jacket making sure that she has everything she needs. "Okay, well, I think I'm ready to go."

"Bye, love you." Maria waved, "Be safe!"

"Love you," Lyla responded, "don't do anything I would do while I'm gone!" She said before shutting the door leaving Maria alone in the dorm for the rest of the night, skipping down the steps of the building, out the door where Michael was waiting.

"She's not coming?" Michael said, "Okay well, let's go."

Calum was waiting in his car blasting Lana Del Rey through his speakers, Florida Kilos if Lyla could identify the song correctly, it was one of Calum's favourites after all. No one can blame him for having a good taste in music. Lyla preferred 'Pretty When You Cry', but that was just her.

"Are you playing Lana Del Rey?" Michael questioned sliding into the passenger's seat of the car, he'd rather not listen to Lana's (depressing) songs about her past relationships with older men, if anything, Michael was not in the mood to listen to someone else's heartbreak when he was going through a situation himself.

"Michael's still in his funk about Maria not returning his affection," Lyla told from the backseat.

"What the hell am I supposed to play then?" Calum asked, "Literally every song nowadays is about love, Michael can suck it up." He said turning up the volume to the start of Blue Jeans started to play from Calum's playlist.

"I don't know, anything else," Michael grumbled keeping his gaze out the window.

"When you get your car, you can control the music," Calum stated, "until then, Lyla and I control the aux."

"You," Michael said turning in his seat and pointing to Lyla, "you did this."

In the span of one-year Lyla and Calum had become extremely close and she started to rub off on him, from music to simple characteristics, to the point that going up against the two is an immediate loss as they can be ruthless.

"What did I do?" Lyla questioned, "When I met him, he only knew one Taylor Swift song, one!"

"Whoa really?" Michael turned to the boy driving, "How did you only know one Taylor Swift song? What, were you living under a rock or something?"

"Can you guys chill?" Calum spoke trying to divert the topic away from him, "I could easily kick you out my car if I wanted to?"

"You would never!" Lyla challenged, "Because if you did that would mean no more showering at my dorm."

"Oh, you want to bet?" Calum retorted, "I'll do it, I'll kick you out and you'll have to walk the rest of the way."

"Do it, I dare you! At least then I wouldn't have to deal with a moping Michael all night!"

"Hey!" Michael yelled, wasn't intending to be part of their casual and re-occurring quarrels that always ended in laughter followed by the next irrelevant topic that no one else around them understands.