I slammed my bedroom door behind me after entering the room.

Who the fuck did he think he was talking to me like that?

That was the first time I had ever seen Blake talk that way- the tone, the aggressive douchey way he spoke, the way his eyes darkened a bit...

I paced around my room, my face still red from holding my anger in. What the hell is wrong with him?

Did he really think it was okay to talk to someone like that?

He sounded so fucking controlling that I actually had to hold myself back from kicking him in the nuts. It annoyed me so damn much.

I let out a groan. I actually wanna punch him this time.

The way he spoke was clearly not in a teasing manner. It caught me off guard- how his mood suddenly shifted when he was literally teasing me only a few minutes ago.

I heard a banging sound come from the kitchen followed by Cole's muffled voice. What the hell?

I'm so confused- and angry and annoyed and- UGH.

I stopped pacing around the room and took a deep breath. I'm exhausted yet fuming at the same time.

I sat on the bed and leaned my back against the headboard, tangling my fingers in my hair as I took another deep breath to calm down and started thinking back to what Blake had said.

Is it really safe to go there knowing we'll be alone?

You literally live with two guys that you weren't close with before...

But that's different. Luke trusts Blake and Cole, and he's the one who put me under the same roof as them in the first place.

I knew that I didn't fully trust Ashton because I wasn't that close to him and I only think of him as a classmate... but he really seemed like a nice guy.

Though again, a part of me still felt a bit at unease...

You shouldn't go if you felt even a slight bit uncomfortable thinking about it. Right?

Is Blake right?

Honestly, at the moment, that didn't matter to me at all. I didn't care that he didn't want me to go; I wasn't mad at that. What angered me was the way he felt it was okay to speak to me in that manner... like he freaking owned me or something. Screw him.

I got up from my seat on the bed and made my way back to the bedroom door. I decided to brush my teeth, take my pills, and just sleep my anger away. I'll figure out what to do with the Ashton situation tomorrow.

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I looked at myself in the mirror and let out a frustrated sigh before grabbing my toothbrush to brush my teeth. It was currently almost 7 am, I had just come out of my room after waking up and thankfully, I didn't cross paths with Blake.

I heard the front door close a few minutes ago and I prayed to God that it was Blake leaving for school; I really didn't wanna see him at the moment and I was still extremely pissed over last night's events.

I stepped out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth and took a deep breath before making my way to the kitchen, where I heard the sound of utensils clinking against each other.

I let out a sigh of relief when I entered the kitchen and found a shirtless Cole sitting on one of the counters, swinging his legs like a child as he munched on cereal.

"'Morning," I said quietly when he didn't notice me make an entrance.

He shot his head towards me and gave me his wide smile, his mouth still stuffed with cereal. "Gwoo mownin,"

I walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a bowl so I could eat some cereal for breakfast too. "Blake just left for school," Cole informed me after swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Cool," I answered in an uninterested tone.

"Olivia?" I looked at him when he said my name.

"Yeah?"

"You know, Blake didn't mea-"

"I don't care," I cut him off.

Cole sighed and hopped off of the counter so he could stand in front of me. "He feels shitty for everything that he had said yesterday and I'm not going to tell you to forget about it or... stop being cheesed off or something- but you should know that he only said that because he was worried for you and honestly, so am I. I mean come on Oliver, you're really gonna tell me that the whole thing doesn't sound even a bit sketchy to you?"

"That doesn't matter to me right now, Cole. I wouldn't be 'cheesed off' if he had said it in a nicer less freaking douchey, controlling, asshole-ish way." I said irritatedly as I opened one of the cabinets to pull out one of the cereal boxes.

I was about to close the cabinet after grabbing the box but stopped when something at the bottom of the cabinet caught my eye.

Chocolate Mini Eggs.

I frowned and creased my eyebrows. Cole noticed the look on my face and ducked his head underneath the cabinet's door to see what I was looking at. He turned his head around to face me a few seconds later and I got even more confused when I saw the huge grin that he was wearing.

"He bought those for you, Ollie." Cole looked so happy for some reason.

"What?"

"Yesterday, you were feeling down when he left, and so on his way back, he thought those would cheer you up even more than Hudson and I so he bought a bunch of 'em."

I felt my heart skip a beat, in a good way, at that.

Even after making me feel ten times better yesterday morning and assuring me things will be okay, he was thoughtful enough to get me my favorite snack to cheer me up on his way back from the doctor's appointment? I felt-

Stop.

"Still doesn't change the fact that he talked to me like shit yesterday," I mumbled to Cole. Though I wasn't going to lie to myself, my stomach still fluttered at the thought of him caring.

Cole chuckled and passed me the carton of milk. "That, my dear Oliver, is most certainly correct and he knows that too- wait you didn't answer my question.."

"I don't know," I answered him, "I have a few hours to think of it, though." I shrugged,

Cole nodded his head and hopped back onto the counter. "Bro, Imma whoop your ass if you get assaulted." He said out of nowhere before taking a huge spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

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"Mr. Anderson, what on earth are you doing?" Mr. Edwins asked Cole.

Cole looked up at him and smiled brightly, "Trying to shove this beautiful well-designed pen up this female dog's nose because she's been trying to touch me in my no-no area for the past fucking forty minutes?" He pointed the pen towards Tina beside him.

Tina's face got even redder than it was before. What the fuck?

"In your what?" A crease formed on Mr. Edwins's forehead.

"My penis, Rob. My penis." Cole widened his smile as he discretely pulled a lock of Tina's perfect hair, still looking at Mr. Edwins.

Mr. Edwins's eyes widened and he averted his gaze to Tina, who at the same time, let out a yell and kicked Cole's foot because of the hair-pulling. "Ms. Collins?"

"What?" She hissed at him and I flinched a little at her unexpected tone. It reminded me of that day...

"Is what he's saying true?"

"Fuck no it isn't, I was trying to grab my eraser from underneath his seat."

"For the past fucking forty minutes? Sure, Piglin." Cole turned his head towards her.

"Mr. Anderson for the sixth time today, Watch. Your. Language!" Mr. Edwins looked like he was done with Cole's shit.

"Sure Rob, but could you please tell our dear friendly neighborhood sexual assaulter over here to back the fuck off first? I'm afraid that a few more minutes of sitting next to her will turn me asexual. Fucking disgusting ass zombified p-"

"COLE ANDERSON GET OUT OF CLASS!" Mr. Edwins yelled. He really was done with Cole.

Cole kept smiling as he got up from his seat, pulled Tina's hair one more time, kicked her chair, and walked out. I looked at Tina and watched her glare at the door.

I quickly looked down at my notes and continued copying what was on the board before Tina could catch me looking at her... I'd literally die.

Stop being such a little bitch.

I really should.

"So..." I heard Ashton start talking from beside me. I forgot he was there.

I looked up and turned my head towards him, waiting for him to continue.

"What time should I pick you up today?" He asked.

Crap.

Oh my god, I forgot about that.

My heart rate suddenly started to accelerate- I know that I was almost ninety-nine percent sure yesterday that I'd be going, but after thinking about it for a few hours, I realized that it would be better and safer for me to not go. I wouldn't let myself do anything if even only a small part of me felt uncomfortable thinking about it.

"Uhh- actually, I was thinking... maybe the both of us could do the remaining work separately since I kind of need to stay at the apartment today?" Shiz, I lied-

Ugh screw it, this is for my own safety.

I saw something flash in Ashton's eyes for a split second when I said that before it went away- I don't think I feel well about it... "With Evans and Anderson?"

"What?"

"The apartment... you stay with them right?" I'm not surprised that he knows that since I did mention that they were my rides last time.

"Y-yeah, I live in the same apartment as them." I corrected him.

Ashton put on a smile, though I could tell that it was forced. "Yeah, that's what I meant. You sure you wanna work on it separately?"

I nodded my head yes the same time I heard Mr. Edwins yell, "Mr. Tuffin and Ms. Davis, eyes on the board and be silent."

Thank god.

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I put my books away in my locker, not crossing paths with anyone I know yet. The last period had just ended and I was planning on leaving school on my own so I could walk there.

I shut my locker and made my way to the school entrance. I put my earphones on, blasted Apocalypse's "Cigarettes After Sex" playlist, and walked.

I looked up and smiled when I reached the specific street. Tenth Street was the longest, narrowest, and oldest street in the town. It had lots of potholes and rifts. Tenth Street was a not-too busy street that I visited twice every month. Both sides of the street were lined with stores and restaurants. There were many people walking on the street. There were a lot of fun things to do, all within walking distance, and no matter what time of the year, the stores were opened to the public, except on major holidays. Tenth Street embodied most of my latest teenage years.

Every time there was heavy rain, because the channels on the two sides of the street were choked up, Tenth Street became a tiny river. Sometimes I loved that this happened; because I could kick the rainwater with my black and red boots, I loved watching the water splash all over the place, sometimes it would touch the ends of my pants and I'd let out the same small giggle.

I stopped walking when I reached the flower shop and plastered a warm smile on my face before pushing the door open, causing the small bell to chime.

I spotted a blob of black hair from behind the table and walked towards it. Mrs. Ansley gave me a bright smile as soon as she spotted me, "Olivia, darling! How are you?"

I widened my smile at her cheery voice, "I'm great! How have you been, Mrs. Ansley? It's been a long time since I've seen you; you weren't here the last time I stopped by..."

She waved me off, "Oh I'm fine dear, I was just out of town for a couple of days and left Joshua to take care of the shop for me, I hope he didn't give you a hard time with the order, I did leave him a note specifically saying your usual order." She said as she started making me my three bouquets.

One bouquet of Camellia flowers, representing love and devotion, one stuffed with Blue Irises, meaning faith and hope, and one full of random flowers. My usual order.

"No, not at all, he got it perfectly right," I assured her.

"Perfect." She looked back at me when she was done making the bouquets and handed them to me, the smile never leaving her face.

I paid for the flowers and said a quick "thank you" and "goodbye" before walking out of the shop, putting my earphones back on, and continuing my walk.

About half an hour later, I reached my destination. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, counting to three in my head, and letting it out. Gingerly, I stepped through the grassy ground, carefully dodging the forgotten graves that were in my way as I took my usual walking route.

There were some gravestones that had a few died-out candles set in front of them, and the majority of the graves had a bouquet placed on top, the dying flowers blooming in this graveyard. Some graves had a few destroyed notes which had been attacked by the rain, they were nothing but an emulsion of colors now, though.

On the right is where they lay... two of the few graves that weren't cracked or littered with moss, they still had blossoming flowers on top.

Mom and Dad.

I knelt down on the slightly dewy and damp grass and clasped my hands together. Within a month, glass shards sprouted over the top, and a little soil was scattered over.

I breathed again and held back tears as my fingers traced the carved letters on the first gravestone.

In loving memory of Meredith Acton-Davis. Passed away December 30th, 2012. Aged 34 years.

I placed the bouquet of Camellias over her grave and kissed her stone, a tear slipping past my eye. I turned around and faced dad's stone, my fingers also tracing the letters carved there.

In loving memory of Ryan Davis. Passed away December 30th, 2012. Aged 36 years.

More tears were pouring out of my eyes as I leaned against my father's stone and pressed my lips there too, placing the Blue Irises on top of his grave.

I changed my position from kneeling down to sitting criss-cross apple sauce and briefly looked up at the sky. The sun was being curtained by the beautiful huge white clouds, the blue sky itself was vast and clear from anything but the white fluffs.

I took another deep breath before I began talking, "Hey mom and dad..."

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After about an hour of rambling to my parents, telling them all about this month's crazy events, living with the boys, my nightmares, Tracey, Luke, Cole, Lizzie, Blake, Cole's stupidity, and a bunch of other random things, my tears were dried and I had a small smile on my face.

I felt like I was at peace.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened it, frowning when I saw the bunch of missed calls from Cole, Huda, and... Blake. My phone was on silent.

Ten missed calls were from Huda and Cole and.. forty-six were from Blake.

A crease formed on my forehead and I was about to swipe my thumb across the screen to call one of them back but a voice from behind me stopped me from doing so.

"OLIVIA!" I heard the familiar voice yell from the top of his lungs. "OLIVIA!"

I turned around and my eyes searched for his figure. I found him standing there, a few meters away from me, his eyes were roaming all over the place as he kept on calling my name, worry dripping down his face; he must not be able to see me because of my lying-down position.

I got up from lying down and his eyes instantly caught me, his face relaxed and his eyes softened. I was about to walk towards him when it all happened too fast...

One second he was standing there, another second he was running towards me, and then the last second I found myself being embraced in his arms. He was squeezing the life out of me.

"Blake?" He let out a huge breath and squeezed me even harder.

"I-" He breathed. "I thought y- why weren't you answering L-Livi?" He choked out.

"M...my phone was on silent..." I answered, still very confused.

He stayed silent for a minute and just continued squeezing me.

He looked me in the eyes after letting me go and sighed. "We were so worried- Cole, Huda, and I." He whispered.

A crease formed on my forehead as I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why? What's going on?"

Blake eyed my face for a few seconds before answering, "I left school earlier than you guys, expecting you to ride with Cole. But then Cole came home without you and I was confused and asked him where you were, he thought you weren't mad at me anymore and that you had decided to leave school with me instead of riding with him. We then thought that you had probably left with Huda and we called her just to make sure. She picked up only thirty minutes later and informed us that you weren't with her.

"I then started to figure that you left with Ashton b-because you... you mentioned that y-yesterday and we waited for half an hour before deciding to try and call you again to check if everything was okay, you didn't answer though. I g- we got so worried, thinking that he was... doing something to you and that was why you were unable to answer us. We asked Huda if she had Ashton's number so we could try and call him but she said that she didn't. I had to call Liam, Ashton's cousin, to get his phone number, and when we called, he said you weren't with him and that you had asked him if it was okay for you guys to work on the project separately- by the way, I'm so glad that you said that, Muffin- and then we got too worried and I instantly called Luke. He started thinking of places you would be at, and this was the first place that crossed his mind." Blake rambled.

My eyes were wide like saucers by the time he was done talking and I quickly opened my mouth to apologize, "I- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to worry you guys at all. I really didn't think of informing you guys for some reason and I just walked out of school and-"

Blake cut me off, "It's okay Livi, what matters is that you're okay. Just please don't do that again." He sighed right before his phone started ringing. He looked down at it, "It's Luke."

He slid his thumb across the screen and brought the phone to his ear, "Hey," He averted his gaze towards me as he listened to Luke on the other side of the phone, "Yeah no, we found her... yeah, she was here after all... no, no problem... thanks... yeah, okay... bye." He hung up and then frowned at me, eyeing my face again.

"You okay?" He must have noticed the dried tears on my cheeks.

"Yeah," I gave him a smile and picked my bag up from the ground, not forgetting the third bouquet that I had brought with me. I knelt down one more time, kissed both of my parents' gravestones again, and stood up. I patted my pants before telling Blake that I gotta do one more thing before we leave.

He nodded his head at me and stayed in his place as I walked to the nearest grave next to mom and dad's that didn't have any flowers, candles, or notes on top of it. I pulled a flower from the bouquet and placed it right over it before turning around to walk to another grave.

My eyes caught a glimpse of Blake smiling at me and my stomach fluttered a bit as I walked to the other graves.

When I was done placing flowers on top of the graves' empty spaces, I turned around to head in Blake's direction, in front of my parents' gravestones, but I stopped when I noticed that he had knelt down to the ground in front of them and saw that his lips were moving, he was talking to them.