It's hours later, I've finally put all of my clothes and shoes away into the closet and then I set up the rest of my led lights, I then tape all of my pictures onto my wall then sits down to relax.

I hear footsteps and then someone knocks on the door "Jasmine, dinner is here!" I hear my mom's voice.

"Coming!" I stand and looks at myself in the mirror making sure I looked okay, I then grab my phone and leaves the room walking downstairs.

I walk into the dining room, everyone was already sitting down waiting for me so I take a seat across from Callum.

"I hope you guys don't mind but I didn't feel like cooking today because of all the things we had to do today, so I ordered some pizza." My mom opens the box up "So dig in." She grabs her two slices.

I reach over grabbing two slices and slides them onto my plate.

"So Jasmine, how do you like the place?" Ryan asks.

"It's nice."

I don't know why he was trying to talk to me.

"I hope you get settled in okay and you have nothing to worry about, you're gonna love your new school, Callum goes there so he could show you around." Ryan bites into his slice, I look over to Callum who was on his phone while eating.

"Callum, you already know I said no phones at the table."

"Fine." Callum sets his phone down and begins eating again.

"Sweetie, are you okay with everything?" My mom reaches out to hold my hand but I pull away.

"Everything is fine."

"You don't seem like everything is okay."

"Maybe because it's not? I didn't wanna move but I was forced to."

"You weren't forced to."

"Oh really, where else could I have gone?" I cross my arms.

"Jasmine, don't do this now, we don't need to cause a scene so please save it for later."

"I'm not hungry, I have lots of unpacking to do so i'll be in my room." I leave the table and walks back upstairs to my room closing the door.

I was angry about my mom moving me away from family and friends, but I was even more angry that she didn't tell me she was dating someone new for months and now I have to live with him, I can't just walk around like everything is okay, because it's not.

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I'm sitting upstairs in my room watching some TV when all of a sudden there's a knock on my door.

"I don't feel like talking."

"It's Callum."

"Oh!" I jump out of bed and opens up the door "Hey."

"Hey." He smiles "Am I allowed to come in?"

"Sure." He walks inside.

"Since we both are gonna be living together now might as well get to know each other better right?"

"I'm not really in a getting to know someone type mood right now." I walk over to the bed and sits down.

"I know you're angry about having to move and change schools but you're not the only one that's mad."

"What are you mad about? You didn't have to move anywhere."

"That doesn't mean I want to live with other people" He chuckles.

"Well I don't want to live with you or your dad either."

"I guess both of us are just gonna have to suck it up." He takes a seat next to me "Hey, you free later?"

"Of course I am, why?"

"My friend is throwing a party later around 11, I'm thinking of sneaking out to go have some fun so do you wanna come along?" He smiles.

"Are you crazy? What if we get caught?"

"What I do know is that my dad and your mom goes to sleep before 10 so don't worry about it, we'll be good."

"Okay fine, you better hope we don't get caught."

I couldn't believe he was inviting me out, I was gonna meet some of his friends so I had to make a good impression.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." He stands "So i'll see you later."

"Okay bye." I smile and he returns a smile before leaving my room.

I immediately rush over to my closet and begins looking through my outfits, which of these outfits screamed i'm single and available?

I pick out this two piece, the shirt was a white crisscross knot front crop top, and a body-con matching skirt. I find these sexy heels to match with the outfit, then I set all my clothes down on my bed.

"Yeah, this outfit is okay." I scan the outfit over a couple more times then lays down and shuts the lights off to pretend i'm sleeping.