With war declared between the boys and myself, who knew what would happen now. Well, that was until Nolan went in for the kill. I walked to my locker when I heard someone yell, "Hey, Tits McGee! Did you lose something?"

I turned around to see Nolan twirling one of my bras around on his finger. Where did he get my bra, and how did he bring it into school?

"Nolan! Give me back my bra!" I chased after him. 

He bolted with my bra in hand.

Let me explain about Nolan. He was fifteen and a sophomore in high school. He was also the youngest and baby of the family. But he also had a perverted side to him. One time, I caught him watching me change. I wanted to dropkick him in the nuts.

I ran after him, but he was faster. By the time I reached him, breathing heavily, they had raised my bra on the flagpole letting my C cup flap alongside the flag. I wanted to kill them.

"Well, that's an interesting new flag," a voice said. 

Oh, God. Please let it not be who I think it is. I turned, and sure enough, Bryson Tilson was there with his backpack flung over one shoulder. My crush saw my black, lacy bra flapping in the wind. Now I wanted to die.

I turned and walked away while the boys smirked. That was it. As of tonight, I was no longer staying at the Grays. I didn't care if I slept in the garage at my house. I refuse to spend one more night with those disgusting boys, even if they're freaking hot.

By the time I got to their house, they had beat me there. I walked in. 

"I heard you saluted the entire school." Nash grinned while the rest snickered.

Without saying a word, I walked past them.

"Oh, please don't go away mad. Just go away!" Nixon said, causing them all to laugh.

I went up to the room, which was Nash's room, and packed all my stuff. Once I made sure I had everything, I carried my bags downstairs. 

Nolan caught me leaving. "Where are you going?"

I didn't look at him. "Why do you care? You guys win. I'm leaving." With that, I walked out and closed the door. 

He walked to the door and opened it. "Come on, Tits McGee. We were only messing with you! Come back, Lassie, come back!"

I didn't bother answering. The brothers made it plain and clear I'm not welcome.

"Who are you yelling at?" Nash asked.

"Maggie." He shrugged.

"Why did she leave?" Asked Nixon.

"Because she left."

The four of them looked at each other. 

Then Nash looked at him. "What do you mean she left?"

"Well, she was carrying bags, and she left. What do you think I mean when I say she left?" He rolled his eyes at Nash.

Nash and the others ran up to his room and found all my stuff gone. Nash started pacing back and forth. "Damn it."

"So, she left?" Noah asked.

"No, she's here, but invisible. Yeah, she left!"

"Ma and Dad will kill us," Nixon grumbled.

"No shit, Sherlock! We need to find her before they get home," he exclaimed.

"Boys, we're home!" They heard their mother's voice.

"Nolan!" they all looked at each other with wide eyes. They all raced downstairs to find their parents with Nolan.

"Boys, where's Maggie?" Their mother asked.

"Funny thing," Nolan said. 

Nash silenced him with his hand. "Um, we have to pick her up from her friend's house," Nash said. 

They dragged Nolan out of the house, saying bye to their parents.

Here's the thing. If they didn't find me and bring me back before their parents knew I left, the shit would hit the fan. Good luck, boys. You'll need it.