"What the fuck?" A voice woke me up from my small nap.

"What the fuck?" I heard another voice say groggily from beside me.

"What the frick?" I sleepily asked.

"What the fuck are you guys doing on the floor? I thought you guys were dead or something..." Blake said.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at my surroundings, realizing that I was lying down on the kitchen floor with Cole's body sprawled down beside me. I think we fell asleep while making the snickerdoodles...

"Damn," I muttered the same time Cole whined, "Fuuuck,"

"What is this dough?" Blake asked, stepping closer to the kitchen island, avoiding our laid-down bodies. Neither of us replied, still hella sleepy.

I sat up straight and Cole rubbed his eyes, "I told you we shouldn't have played The Fray." Cole turned his head towards me, still laying down on the floor. most of his hair was sprawled all over the floor while some locks were covering his forehead and the tip of his eyebrows.

"The last song I heard playing was How to Save a Life. Of course we'd fall asleep, Cole." It's a calming and sad song...

"What time is it?" Cole asked Blake.

"One in the morning," He answered, swiping his finger across the rim of the bowl of dough to collect a tiny bit and placing it in his mouth.

Ovaries: Why was that hot?

I wanna punch him.

Wait- did he say one in the morning? As in 1 am? As in- Oh my god.

Cole and I's eyes widened and we shot our heads in each other's directions. "We've been napping on the floor for more than three hours," I breathed.

Cole sat up, "Why the fuck was that the best nap I've ever had in my entire years of existence, though?

I frowned, "Holy crap, same."

"Hmm, is this cinnamon cookie dough?" Blake was in his own world, tasting more of the cookie dough.

Salmonella...

Cole and I ignored him again and stretched our backs and arms. "Fuuuuck~" Cole drawled before his body shut down and he bent forward all of a sudden, causing his head to land on my shoulder.

"My bad, Ollie," He whispered sleepily but didn't make a move to pull his head back.

I hummed and leaned my head back against the kitchen island behind me, internally snickering after the smell of his watermelon shampoo reached my nose. I can't believe one of the school's famous bad boys uses children's shampoo.

The word bad boy kind of made me slightly cringe, for some reason.

Blake took a look at us, pushed Cole's body off of me with his foot, and muttered something really low under his breath, I was only able to catch the words "Fucking," "Own bed," "Sake,".

I stood up from the floor and held onto the table for support since I couldn't really fully trust my legs right now. "'M gonna go to bed..."

"Night, Muffin..."

"Mnigh, Lee," Cole mumbled and lied back down on the floor.

"Good night," I weakly chuckled.

♛

I stared at my appearance in my room's mirror one last time and ran my fingers through my blonde locks. I looked... presentable, I guess.

I was wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a maroon sweater with a pair of converse. I have no style. Literally.

I shrugged and pulled out my phone to send a quick message to Huda.

O: Hey. Are you coming to Mrs. Hills's?

H: Sadly, no :( I'm kind of tired. Want me to come so you could feel more comfortable, though?

H: Oh! Oh!

H: Btw...

H: I actually met Mrs. Hills at the pharmacy yesterday, she was the sweetesttt. Mom was gonna invite her over but remembered about the whole virus shit.

O: Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I'll make sure to wear a mask there or something.

I looked up from the phone and frowned for a second. I had forgotten about the virus...

I also didn't inform Luke and the boys. I'll tell them now.

I tapped on Luke's contact on my phone and brought the phone to my ear, waiting for him to pick up the phone.

He didn't pick up so I called him again. Still, didn't pick up.

I sighed and walked out of my room to inform the guys. I passed by Cole's room and saw that the door was open and no one there. I made my way to the living room and stopped when I found Blake.

"Hey," I said.

He turned his head towards me and frowned after eyeing my appearance. "Hey?"

"Where's Cole," I asked.

"Out. What are you dressed up for? He questioned.

"Going to a friend's house..." I answered.

He raised a brow, "Huda?"

I shook my head, "Andres Hills- he's an old friend who's back in town."

Blake's facial expression changed, "You're going to his house?"

I nodded my head and was about to explain that Andres's mother used to be really close to me and I was gonna meet her too, but he stopped me. "You can't go, Olivia."

Now when and where have I heard that before?

"What?" I asked.

"Fuck," he muttered underneath his breath but I was able to catch it.

I furrowed my eyebrows and waited for him to speak, "You're not g- Will you please not go?"

"What? No. I haven't seen him in a while and I wanna see Mrs-"

"You aren't going Olivia," Blake made it sound like it was not up for discussion. I wasn't even asking him.

For the millionth time...

I'm getting Deja Vu.

And I don't like one bit of it.

"You can't just say that, Blak-"

"I don't care," He suddenly snapped. "You aren't going to some boy's house, Olivia. Plus, there's a fucking pandemic going on, it's better and safer for you to stay."

I don't like his tone. At all.

"I'll wear a mask- and his parents will be h-"

"You're not going-"

"I don't remember fucking asking you, though..." I snapped.

An emotion that I wasn't quite able to read flashed in Blake's eyes for a second before he stood up. Regret?

He's so confusing.

A look of great bitterness swept across his face. "Does Luke know about this?"

Irritation surged up inside me at the way he was speaking, "That's none of your busines-"

I noticed his breathing hitch for a second before he cut me off. "Cool, I don't give a fuck. You won't be going t-"

That's when I started fuming. "You have no fucking right to tell me if I can go or not. You can't just suddenly switch up every single time I mention something that has to do with this shit- I want to go, and so I'll be fucking going. Whether you like it or not." I started walking to the front door.

"You see that's where you're wrong..." I heard his footsteps behind me and got even more aggravated at the thought of him not leaving me alone. I stopped walking and turned around to face him, my face no doubt as red as hell.

"You can't just go around pulling stupid and dangerous shit just because you want to, that's not how it works Olivia. An old friend that's back in town? Do you realize how fuking creepy that sounds? And you're going to his house too? When did you even get to see him before this week? You're staying he-"

"Oh my god! You've got to be fucking kidding me, Blake. Are you seriousl- you know what, screw this! You're not my fucking parent or even partner for god's sake! I don't have to put up with this kind of shit, I don't have to put up with your shit! This isn't the first time you've acted like this and I'm not putting up with it this time!" My voice was so loud, so thunderous, I couldn't focus on anything else. "I'm leaving," I seethed, grabbing my coat off of the hanger and continuing to walk towards the front door.

The way his face instantly got hit by a certain emotion when I said the last part didn't go unnoticed by me, but again, I was so angry for some reason and I could barely focus on anything else.

"W-wait Olivia pleas-" Blake rushed towards me and grabbed my wrist, stopping me from opening the door and leaving.

I turned around and looked up at him, giving him a deadly glare. "Let go Blake."

"Olivia please, I didn't mean t-"

"LET GO!" I yelled. Making him flinch and let go of my wrist almost immediately.

I opened the front door and got out of the apartment, slamming the door harshly on my way out. I ran towards the elevator and quickly pressed the ground floor button. I could almost feel the blood boiling in my veins.

What the hell was that about? Was he serious? Who the hell did he think he was trying to control me like that? It's just a goddamn visit to an old friend and his mom- who happened to be my mom's best friend, but of course, he didn't even give me a chance to tell him that part before he got all controlling.

He wasn't even my boyfriend to even try to tell me what to do- not that any fucking partner has the right to do such a thing.

Was it because Andres was a boy or something? Was it because of the pandemic?

Either way, he had zero rights to talk to me in that controlling manner.

I'm so confused and... furious and- GODDAMN IT WHY THE HELL AM I SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW? DAMN HORMONES.

I ran my fingers through my hair and shook my head as the elevator door slid open, revealing the ground floor. I just need to relax and distract myself for a few hours or something.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket as I made my way out of the building and decided to ignore it. That's probably Blake. And I'm seriously not in my right mind to talk to him right now.

Freaking cavemanish jerkfaced ape.

I looked at the roads and sidewalks in front of me and decided to head to Huda's house, I kind of need her hyper self to distract me from killing a certain brunette idiot.

I felt my phone vibrate and my pocket for the millionth time as I was about to knock on the Martins's front door. I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore it again.

As I said, I can't deal with a caveman-like ape-ish asshole right now.

I knocked on the front door of Huda's house and waited until Mrs. Martin opened it for me and greeted me, informing me that Huda was up in her room.

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"Sooo... have you changed your mind on not wanting to tell me what the hell has gotten your panties in a twist or Nah?" Huda asked me as she opened the fridge and searched for something to munch on.

It has been about forty-five minutes since I have been here and I'm already feeling a lot better. I refused to tell Huda what was bothering me and just told her that I needed a distraction from killing someone and she was more than happy to be that distraction.

I was about to answer Huda's question when I felt my phone vibrate again in my pocket. I sighed and decided to finally answer it to tell Blake to leave me alone and stop calling.

I pulled out my phone and my eyes furrowed as I took a look at all of the missed call notifications on my lock screen. That's weird... only one of the thirty-eight missed calls was from Blake. And Blake wasn't the one calling me right now either.

I touched the 'answer' button on the screen and jumped a little when my ears were immediately struck by Cole's yelling.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK OLIVIA? I CALLED YOU THIRTY-SEVEN FUCKING TIMES! WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING YOUR PHONE? WHERE ARE YOU?" Cole's voice boomed through the phone.

I flinched a little at the tone and volume of his voice and held up one finger towards Huda before leaving the kitchen and heading towards the living room, silently telling her that I'll be back in one minute.

"OLIVIA?" Cole yelled my name through the phone.

"Jesus Christ chill, I'm here. What the hell is up?" I breathed.

"What the hell is up? What the hell is up? Are you kidding me, Olivia? Where are you?" Cole's voice was slightly shaky but agitated at the same time.

"I'm hanging out at Huda's. Why?" I answered, really confused as to what had gotten him this angry.

"Wait you're at Huda's? Christ." He breathed, "We thought y- you know what? That doesn't matter. Go to the apartment, right now." He ordered.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU TWO TODAY? I MEAN SERIOUSLY CAN EVERYONE STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO FUCKI-"

"OLIVIA NOW!" Cole yelled over my voice, cutting me off.

"Why should I?"

"It's Blake." He said, his voice dripping with complete worry.

My heart stopped beating right there. Why did he sound scared

What about him?

"W-what about Blake?" I asked in a whisper.

"It's- I got a call from him fifty minutes ago and I- he- Olivia, what the hell did you say to him? What happened between you two? Why aren't you at the apartment with him? He called me telling me you guys had a fight and you left, as in left left and-."

"Wait what? I'm so confused. Cole, what the hell is going on? Yes, we had a disagreement, he was acting all controlling and crap for the millionth time and I've had enough of it... he went on telling me that I'm not going to a friend's house and didn't give me a chance to explai- you know what? That doesn't matter. I just got so angry and told him I was leaving the apartment and left." I explained.

I heard Cole let out a breath from the other side of the call and say, "You told him you were leaving the apartment exactly?"

"What?" I asked, getting extremely confused.

"Olivia, what were your exact words when you told him you were leaving the apartment?" Cole asked me slowly.

"I just said 'I'm leaving' and left. Why?"

"Goddamn it. No wonder he sounded so- Olivia you need to go to the apartment. Right now." Cole said worriedly.

"Cole what's going on?" My heart couldn't stop pounding.

"Olivia Blake isn't- Blake is- This isn't my place to tell you, just please hurry to the apartment. Please." Cole pleaded.

I rushed towards the kitchen and grabbed my coat. "I- okay, I'm on my way," I said, my heart racing and my body slightly shaking from fear. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it was something serious from the way Cole's voice was laced with worry.

"Okay, please hurry," Cole whispered before hanging up.

I asked Huda for a ride and she quickly nodded her head and slipped into a pair of shoes and a jacket when she saw the look on my face.

♛

I got out of the car as soon as it came to a stop in front of our building and thanked Huda for the ride. I sprinted towards the elevator when I entered the building and quickly pressed our floor's button.

I was running towards our front door the second the elevator door slid open and I flung the door open after unlocking it with shaky hands. I called out Blake's name as I walked into the living room and searched for him, walking out when I didn't find him and rushing to his room.

"Blake?" I slowly opened his room's door and walked into the room, my heart starting to beat even faster when I noticed he wasn't there.

I checked his bathroom and found that it was empty. I was about to walk out and continue looking for him when I smelled a familiar scent in the bathroom coming from the toilet- it wasn't waste, though.

I walked over to the toilet seat and looked inside of it. The toilet was flushed but it looks like there was still some trace of... vomit? In the toilet and some greenness in the water.

What the hell?

I could've sworn he was perfectly fine the last time I saw him.

"Blake?" I called out his name for the hundredth time as I walked out of his room and into the corridor.

Where the hell is he?

My head snapped to the side the second I heard a sound come from my room across the hall and stopped dead in my tracks. Was that a sob? Or am I just going crazy?

"Blake?"

I heard another sob being let out from that direction and I immediately sprinted towards my room and flung the door open quickly and harshly.

I felt my heart sink into my chest the minute my eyes caught the sight in front of me.

Blake was there. On my bedroom floor. Curled up into a ball. Rocking back and forth while crying so harshly that his whole body was shaking like crazy.

"Blake!" I ran towards him and got on my knees beside him. He didn't react to me calling his name and just continued spilling his tears while shaking and tightened his hold around his knees.

Did he not hear me?

I placed my hand over his shaking form and shook him gently but quickly at the same time. "Blake! It's me, Olivia."

He stopped rocking the second the last words left my tongue and his head shot up so quickly that I almost jumped a little at the unexpected speed of his action.

"O-Olivia?" Blake said in a heartbreaking tone, his voice so shaky.

I looked at his face and felt tears of my own on the verge of spilling at the sight of him.

His eyes were bloodshot red, making him look like he had just popped a few blood vessels in each eye. His hair was sticking up all over the place, telling me he's been running his hands through it constantly. His cheeks were a soft shade of pink and were stained with a mix of dried tears and new tears escaping from his eyes at the same time.

"Yes, it's me Blake, Olivia. What the hell happened? What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

Blake shut his eyes close tightly for a second and breathed. "Y-you left." He answered with a broken voice, his voice slightly cracking at the word left.

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. "Yes, I left to go visi-"

"You're l-leaving me. Just like they left. You- you're going to do the exact same thing, aren't you? You said you were leaving me. You're going to leave m-" His voice broke as he hung his head low and started sobbing harshly again. "That's all they ever do. They leave." He whispered to himself then went silent.

My blood ran cold at that. What was he talking about? Why was he acting like this all of a sudden?

"Hey, hey, stop that." I held his face between my palms the second he went back to crying.

"Blake I just left for Huda's house to take a break for a few hours because I was bothered. I was planning on coming back. I'm not leaving you whatsoever. What are you talking about?" I whispered.

Blake stopped and looked up at me, his face holding a whole new different expression, and his eyes filled with... hope?

"B-but you said you were leaving." Blake stuttered a bit.

"I meant I was leaving the apartment for a bit, Blake. Why would I leave for real?" I felt a few tears land on my hands, which were hiding his face.

"I don't know. Because I was acting like an overprotective douche?" Blake blinked his tears.

I looked at him for a bit and my heart broke again at the sight of him being so vulnerable and broken. I wiped away his tears and scooted a little closer to him, brushing a few fallen locks of hair away from his forehead.

"Yeah you were acting like a douche but I don't think that's a strong enough reason for me to leave you, Blake. I wouldn't do that for no reason. I was just really pissed at you and I didn't want to keep fighting with you so I decided to go somewhere else to calm down a little bit. Trust me, you're not getting rid of me that easily." I smiled at him.

He looked up at me and managed to give me an adorable weak smile. I could still see fear in his eyes, though.

I pulled out a tissue from my jacket's pocket and wiped the remaining tears away from his damp face gently. "Promise," I added, just to give him reassurance because he looked like he was seeking it.