Twelfth Floor

0.5

Five

If I had known that the twelfth floor of this specific building would force me to play a game I didn't want to play, I would have moved onto a different floor.

It was like Monopoly; every time I met him somewhere, it was like I passed Go and collection $200, except the currency was information about him. No matter where I landed, I was vulnerable, because he owned all the properties, or in my case, he knew everything about me. Every note that was left on my bed was a Chance, sometimes good, and sometimes bad.

The only thing about this version of Monopoly that I was playing was that I wasn't sure if it would ever end.

The clock seemed like it wasn't moving. As much as I hated this game, I compulsively played. Something about the Australian boy made me excited. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, or the way his laugh traveled through the air.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was attractive. And he already knew he had me in the palm of his hand.

"Sophia." I said walking into her room. She was sprawled out on her bed, the brightness of her phone illuminating her face.

"What the hell did I get myself into?"

"Well," she sat up, facing me, "you have a drop dead gorgeous Australian boy stalking you, and you have no clue what his name is, or where you supposedly met him before."

"What am I supposed to do?" I groaned.

"You need to stop over-thinking it. Come hang out with Calum, Luke, Michael, and I."

"Luke and Michael? Who are they?"

"They live across the hall with Calum and your stalker. But you wouldn't know that because you've been to caught up on the roof with your little boy toy." She smirked, finding this whole ordeal amusing.

"He's not my boy toy." I rolled my eyes. Sophia's love for gossip sometimes led to her exaggerating.

"I beg to differ." She laughed, walking to the door. I followed her, knowing she was right about me over-thinking everything. But, knowing Sophia, I knew she left out one detail about her plans. Very cliche of her, that detail would be- as she referred to him- my boy toy.

Sophia walked straight into the boys' apartment without so much as knocking on the door. She had a habit of doing that, and I don't think she strived to break that habit anytime soon.

The apartment was cleaner than I had expected, considering four boys lived in it. Sure, there were some things thrown around, but I could see the floor, and that's all I could really ask for.

The four of them were in the living room playing some video game that sounded violent. "Michael, what the fuck! I'm on your team!" Calum yelled to the boy next to him with blue hair.

"It wasn't me, it was Luke!" Michael replied, throwing a pillow at the blonde boy sitting with them.

"Will you stop acting like idiots? You have guests." Sophia spoke up, gesturing to us.

They all looked in our direction, including him, and instantly stopped acting like children. "Holland, it's nice to see you again." He stood up, walking towards me. I glared back in response, making sure he could sense my displeasure with being near him.

"You already know Calum, the one with the blue hair is Michael, and the blonde one is Luke." He introduced his friends, completely ignoring my constant glare.

They all seemed to know exactly who I was, which led me to the conclusion that he talks about me a little too much.

"So what are we going to do?" Sophia spoke up, not being one who favors the awkward first encounters.