| Hadley |

I sighed as I got my suitcase and myself from out of the yellow cab and glanced up at the three condo's. I had absolutely no idea on how they all afforded this, but hey, I can't honestly take it all for granted, even if I know I'm Adam's neighbor and I got to see him almost every day (Although he often pissed me off). I exited the taxi glumly and walked towards the three houses, until I was stopped by a hand gripping my arm. I felt the breath that was once in my lungs leave as I felt the hand turn me around. I sighed in relief as I realized the one that had grabbed me was just Adam. I gave him a small wave with my other arm, "Hi Adam. . ."

"Hi! You must be. . . ?" Adam asked, tilting his head, obviously waiting for my answer.

"Hadley. . . Hadley Mosby." I answered, looking back at him emotionlessly and leaning against the brick home I had walked up to.

"Ah, nice to meet you, I guess you already know who I am, huh?" Adam said, scratching the back of his neck while smiling softly. I give him an a unamused look and nod. I knew he wanted to bring up a conversation, and I didn't want to be a dick but, I wasn't really in a mood for talking, especially since it was six in the morning.

"Yeah, you're Adam, I said your name earlier." I answered awkwardly. I suck at conversations.

"I heard so." Adam said. "Anyway, I think we're the only ones here. You got here pretty early, actually."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "I did?" I looked around just to make sure, but he was right. There was no other sign of human beings around us, which honestly surprised me because I'm not one to be at places in time.

"Yeah, well, kind of. We're only a few minutes early, but luckily, not that much." Adam explained.

"Ah." I murmured while rubbing the back of my neck.

There were a few seconds of silence until we heard a car in the distance. Luckily, it was another taxi as well. Adam and I looked at it until it stopped in front of us. The cab door opened, and a long haired male came out, accompanied by a very pretty girl. "Ty! Glad you came early." Adam grinned.

"Yeah yeah, oh and I have a question, can Jocelyn come along with us?" Ty asked while putting his arm around Jocelyn. I, personally, was very uncomfortable when hanging out with two lovebirds. It kind of made me sick, even. (don't worry @llama_lover, I'll make things happen >;) )

"Ty, you already know the answer to that, of course! You two are good friends."

"Sorry, I know it was a stupid question but, I didn't want to cause any room drama." Ty admitted. I honestly had no idea on what he meant with, "room drama",

But I guess you can say that I found out later on when everybody got here...

| Ella |

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me. . ." I repeated quietly to myself as I looked in my empty wallet.

"So, are you going to pay me? Or are you broke?" The cab driver asked impatiently.

"I- Ugh. . . I'm broke. . ." I admitted, my face flushing with embarrassment.

"Well then, maybe if you would have checked beforehand, you wouldn't have wasted my time." He mumbled out loud.

I grit my teeth and flicked him off, slamming his door shut and watching as the cab sped off. "Well, fuck you too!" I snarled as I kicked the dust.

I sighed and sat on my suitcase, but to make shit worse, it opened in half and clothes went flying in every direction. I let out an angry yell, "FINE! Fuck you too life!"

"Is she mental or something?" I heard someone say from a bit away. I looked up and bitterly looked over to whoever the fuck said that. Of course, there had to be two jerks who looked at me with a smirk on their faces, at least, one of them did, the other just glared at his friend.

"Who the hell are you calling mental?" I growled.

"Hey look, it talks." He smirked, while receiving a shove from his other blonde friend. The dude who can't keep his mouth shut, had to be at least nineteen, other than the good looks he had on him, his crooked grin, and his messy brown hair, he obviously had his dick in the wrong place. He had it in his personality.

"Shut the fuck up." I retorted as I tried getting my random clothes on the dirt. "I have to do this again, great. . ."

"Oo, what is this?" The cocky guy asked goofily as he picked something up from the ground. I looked up and I immediately turned red once I saw what he had picked up, they were my panties.

"Give them back!" I exclaimed in embarrassment as I walked over to him and tried to get them. But unluckily, due to my size, I failed to do so as he held them up over his head, making me feel ten times worse.

"Without saying please? Rude." He noted in sarcasm.

"Please give them back!" I pleaded as I looked over at his angry friend.

"Mitch, quit it, give it back." The other guy said briskly.

"Calm down there Ian, I'm just bored." The 'Mitch' guy said, rolling his eyes and handing me back my underwear, which I snatched from his hand and stomped back to my open suitcase.

I heard footsteps approaching me from behind, and I rolled my eyes, "What do you want now?"

"I want to help you."

I raised an eyebrow at turned to look at Mitch's friend, "Uh, what?"

"I said, that I want to help you." He repeated with a more annoyed tone.

"I know what you said, retard, what I meant was, what? Why?" I retorted while putting my hands on my hips.

"Well, I feel bad. Today isn't your day, huh?" The guy asked, picking up some of my stuff.

I sighed, "Apparently not, but whatever, sometimes everyone has really shitty days."

He smiled and folded my clothes in my suitcase, instead of stuffing it in like I was doing. After minutes of picking up my stuff, I finally closed my suitcase and sighed in relief, "Thanks for helping me, even though I didn't ask for it. . ."

"So," He said, looking back at an impatient Mitch, "What's your name?"

"Ella, Ella Rayne." I answered abruptly. "You?"

"Ah, just call me Ian, because, you know, that's my name. . ." Ian said awkwardly.

I smiled, "Awesome."

"Wait a second." Mitch interrupted, earning a pissed glare from me. "Your name sounds familiar, where are you headed?"

"Um. . ." I looked down at a piece of paper that I took out of my pocket and examined the address.

Mitch rolled his eyes and got the paper from my hand and looked at it. He then raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Wait, you're a winner from our contest!"

I blinked, "Say what?"

"You don't know who we are? Do you know SkyDoesMinecraft?"

"Of course I know him! That's why I'm going over there." I said in a matter of fact.

"Well, do you know us?" Ian asked attentively.

I blinked once more and looked at them closely. After at least a minute of staring, I face palmed in realization, "Oooooooh! How the hell did I not realize this! Holy shit!"

"Don't worry about it." Ian said with a smile on his face.

"Now I can have a good explanation for not slapping you! Wow, thanks, I felt stupid for not doing so." I said with sarcasm.

Both of their smiles faded from their faces, and Mitch scratched the back of his neck, "That was a jerk thing of me to do, uh, sorry. . ."

I rolled my eyes and took the piece of paper from his fingers and got ahold of my suitcase. Ian raised an eyebrow, "Where are you going?"

"Over to the house." I replied without a care.

"You're walking all the way?" Mitch asked in surprise.

"Yep." I said, looking down at my phone for the directions. After typing in the address, I took a few steps forward and walked off.

"Uh! Hey Ella! We can take you there!" Ian shouted.

I smirked in triumph, but I turned to look at them with a stern look on my face, "Why would I want to go with you? How do I make sure that you two aren't perverts?"

"Just, we don't want you to get kidnapped or something, or else this'll be another episode of Pretty Little Liars." Mitch explained harshly.

"Right. . ." I sighed, walking back towards them with a look of fake defeat on my face. But on the inside, I was relieved that I didn't have to walk. I followed them to their car, and Ian turned the car on.

"So uh, Ella." Ian said, turning to look at me, while Mitch entered the car and sat himself on the passenger's seat.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Um, I just wanted to apologize for Mitch's dick behavior." Ian said with a look of sincerity on his face.

I just sighed, "Yeah, whatever."

"So, do you accept my apology?" He asked.

I opened the back door and turned to look at him, "Sorry Ian, but. . .

"Apology not accepted."

-A/N-

Where the fuck have I been?

Sorry baes ;c

So, @CatWritesBooks and @lilac-ella 's bitches were introduced.

And this chapter might seem a bit moody but,

I promise you that the next one will include the more hyper peeps.

So don't forget to vote bc this took me longer than I expected :o