Dylan isn't at school.

I frown. He isn't answering my texts either. Sighing, I pull my phone away. Guess I'm alone for the day, then.

This isn't my best day. Aaron scared me this morning, and he had to drive me to school. Fortunately he didn't mention it again. I'm still confused about that strike thing.

And now Dylan is gone. And that weird eggy thing is still in me. And they ate my donut this morning. They gave me a new one, but not without taking another tiny bite. 

Buttheads.

The bell rings and I quickly pull my phone out again, walking to class. 

Me: Can you check on dylan? hes not at school

Jordy<3: Will do bby

Jordy<3: Dw abt it

Me: Love you!

Jordy<3: Love you too, i guess

Jordy<3: That was a short convo, geez

Me: I have class, hush

Jordy<3: Right now? Okay

I frown. Why does he sound happy about it? I shrug it off and sit down in my seat. Dallas isn't here either. My eyes widen. Would they be together? Are they making up?

I hope so. Neither Dylan nor Dallas are themselves, and I hate it. 

Dylan: Omg, so sorry!

Dylan: I overslept

Dylan: You didn't have to send the whole ass squad to my house tho

I grin. Typical Dylan. And maybe this will teach him a lesson. I look up, seeing Dallas walking in. More like slouch in.

I turn to his desk behind me after he sits down. "Hey Dal! How are you?" I softly ask. He looks horrible.

He slowly looks up and I see the bags under his eyes. "I feel miserable. Thanks for asking, though. Where is he?" We don't need names to know who he's talking about.

"He's late. Overslept, once again," I gently smile. He shows me a small one too. "Yeah, sounds like him." I feel pity for him. He's suffering hard.

"Whatcha doin' today? Wanna hang out?" I suggest. His eyes widen slightly, but he shakes his head. "Can't, sorry. I'm hanging with my cousin. He's smart as fuck, and I need to study for this motherfucking finals."

I slightly cringe at his bad words. He could easily fit next to my guys, they're all equally as bad. "No problem. But if you ever want to, I'm here," I smile. He nods. "Thanks."

I turn around again, just as I feel something weird. Something's moving... inside me! 

It's that weird egg.

I grumble. Of course. Now it makes sense. They just want to tease me. The feeling is intensifying, and I catch myself from slipping out a moan. My eyes widen. I'm in fricking class, what if I do moan?

I put my hand in the air, desperate to go away. "May I go to the restroom, please?" Madame Traplo shoot me a warning look.

Frick, I have to ask in French. "Eh... Je-je peut—aller aux toilettes?" I start sweating. I can't think with this thing inside of me, and French is hard.

She nods and I run off. I hide in the restroom and call Jordan. He picks up, immediately laughing. "Hey, baby. I thought you had class?" he hiccups. I groan. "Jordan! I almost moaned in class!"

He laughs harder and I sigh. You really can't talk with this guy. "I'm in class, Jordan. In French. That's the hardest subject ever and I have to concentrate for my finals," I groan. He finally stops laughing.

"Sorry, baby. I'll wait fro your next class, hm?" he chuckles. I groan again. "No! I'm literally free in three hours! Just wait until then!" I exclaim. There's a silence on the other line for a minute.

"Where's the fun in that?"

I slap my forehead. He's so dumb. "Nothing! Listen, it's important, Jordan. After graduation you can do whatever you want to me. But not now," I explain.

The damn thing start vibrate again.

"Jordan," I snap. I hear a muffle laugh, which isn't Jordan's. "Hey! Give that back, asshole!" Jordan's voice sounds. I frown, switching to video call.

And yes. The whole group is there. Aaron and Jordan are fighting for a remote—probably of this egg, because the intensity changes the whole time. Owen and Elijah are smiling and waving at me.  And Ethan is smirking. 

I shut my eyes, feeling overwhelmed. The egg is probably in its hardest and I can't control a soft moan. 

"Scarlett?"

I whimper and open my eyes. "Stop it. Please," I beg. Aaron presses a few buttons on the remote and the vibrating stops. Thank God he does listen to me.

"Sorry, sunbeam," he awkwardly smiles. I nod at him. "No problem. You'll treat me on an ice cream trip after school to make it up, hm?" 

He grumbles, "Yeah, okay." I smile. "It's settled then. Look, I gotta go. French is so hard and I have to concentrate for the finals—" They all nod and hang up.

Rude.

"Love you too, I guess?" I mumble. Before I leave the restroom, I remove the small egg. Hah, no more playing for them.

I enter the classroom again and see Dylan seated next to me, his hair a mess. He glares at me as I sit down. "You didn't have to send the gang to wake me up, jesus."

I grin. "I did and I will do it again if you decide to come late again." He sighs and looks in front of him. He looks better than the past days.

The bell rings and the rest of the school day progresses just fine. Dylan talks about how hard math is, and I tell him it's easy, earning a glare.

Finally, the last bell rings and school's out. With the finals just two days away, all days this week are half at school and half studying at home. Perfect.

I skip to Aaron's car and get in after waving at Dylan. I bend to kiss Aaron's cheek, but the glare stops me. "What?" I ask, confused.

"You took it out."

How do they know that? I cringe while blush spreads over my cheeks. "I wanted to concentrate and I just knew you'd do it again. So I did it myself," I explain. He continues glaring at e, but starts driving.

"You're so lucky I already gave you a strike today. God, how I wish I could take it back," he groans. I smirk. He saved my ass.

We park and I skip inside. I'm hungry and craving for something to eat. "Hi cutie!" I smile at Ethan, who's cooking something. It's like they read my mind. He gives me a kiss. "Hey, princess. Lunch will be ready in thirty minutes," he informs me.

Thirty minutes? That's very long.

"Isn't there something I can eat now?" I pout. He gives me an evil smirk, but doesn't say anything. I slap his arms, causing him to yelp in pain. "Tell me!" I demand.

He smirks again. "It's just my dirty mind, princess. Don't worry about it," he whisper and kisses my forehead. "Yeah, your mind is very dirty," I agree and walk out of the kitchen.

Owen and Elijah are on the couch. Owen is lying down and Elijah is reading. I approach to Owen and kneel next to the couch. "Hey sweetie. Is something wrong?" I frown. He doesn't seem tired...

He pouts and hugs me, tucking me as close as he can. "Hugs." Of course, he still wants his hugs. I give him a hug and a kiss. "I'm gonna say hi to Jordy and Ellie and then I'll be back. Okay?" He sighs but nods. "Fine."

Elijah glares at me too, but I know it's for using his pet name. I slide my hand through his hair, making it messy. He groans and pulls his head away. "Sweetheart, don't do that. I have to look good for my cousin."

"Your cousin?" I ask, confused. He nods, taking my arm and pulling me so that I stand between his legs. His hands are on my waist. "He's a bit depressed and he's spending the afternoon with us. He's studying for his finals too, so maybe you can help him a bit? He's not very smart," he grins.

I flick his head. "That's not nice, Elijah." He pouts, "But it's the truth!" I sigh, kissing his forehead. "It might be, but sometimes lying is better for everyone."

I let go of him and walk to Jordan's office. "Hey Jordy!" I whisper while knocking his door. "Come in, baby!"

I hop into his office. "Hi! I wanted to say hi," I smile and give him a kiss. He smiles too. "That's sweet. Did Elijah tell you about our cousin?" I nod, hugging him. He's warm.

"He'll eat dinner with us, so he's almost here," he says while looking at the clock. The bell rings, just in time. Jordan grins, "Told you. Will you open the door, baby?"

I nod and run to the front door. I'm excited to meed Jordan's and Elijah's family. I thought they didn't have any...

I open the door and my jaw drops.

"Dallas?"