Kai

I looked over the envelope again, seeing the transcript of my application. Sighing, I tossed it onto the bed and placed my hands on my head, looking out the window.

I glanced down at my phone that sat on my desk, I had sixty-three unread messages from Kai. And they all probably said the same thing.

The intercom next to my door began buzzing and I turned my head, looking at the speaker. "Come on, Y/N. Let me in, please?" Kai's voice rang, I missed his voice, I haven't heard it since the argument four days ago.

I walked over to the intercom and pressed the small white button. I plopped on my bed, waiting for him to come to my door.

I heard a faint knock on my door so I stood to answer it. I tugged on my gray pajama shorts and smoothed out my red pajama shirt. My H/C was thrown into a messy bun and I was barefoot. I haven't left the apartment since my fight with Kai, I skipped school today because "I didn't feel well". I feel fine, other than being guilty.

I opened the door, pushing it against the wall for Kai to walk in. He was in his normal red hoodie and navy jeans, his hair spiked in every direction.

I gave him a slight smile before returning to my bed, crossing my legs. I leaned against wall as Kai pulled my desk chair to the bedside, sitting down so he was facing me.

I grabbed the letter and leaned my head on my left hand and my elbow rested on my knee. I firmly held the paper, looking over the application notice again. I sighed and waited for Kai to speak,

"I'm sorry." he told me, reaching for my hand and holding it in his. "You already said that." I mumbled.

Kai moved out of the chair and sat on the bed with me, facing the television set. I looked over at him and he stared into my eyes, "I know- I just, I want things to go back to the way they were." he replied.

I shrugged, "Alright."

He raised his eyebrows in a look of surprise, "Alright?" he asked, clearly confused. I nodded, "Alright." I repeated.

"Wh- that's it?" he stammered. I nodded, "It's just a letter, and I've been thinking about what a jerk I was to you, you did something nice, and I should've just said 'thanks'."

"You weren't the jerk, I should've asked first. I just want you to be happy, but then I brought back memories." he quietly admited, dropping his head.

I crawled next to him and layed my head on his shoulder, "You deserved to know about my parents, besides, art school... it's cool to think about."

Kai chuckled, the laugh I've missed, "So... we good?"

I smirked, kissing his cheek I turned on the T.V, "Beauty and the Beast?" I asked.

Kai pulled me in close to him, his hand around my shoulder, "Come here my beautiful Belle."

Jay

I slammed the sketchbook shut and shoved it into my backpack, zipping the top closed. I slung it over my shoulder, about to step forwards when I was met with a blue shirt. I looked up the rest of the way seeing Jay.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned onto my left leg. "What do you want?" I asked, folding my arms. "I want to explain, everything." he said.

I shrugged and nodded, what's the worst that can happen? We're just talking. I sat down on my stool as Jay pulled another one to my desk and sat down.

"So, I didn't tell you I was a ninja. And that's because I didn't want you to like me just because I was a ninja. But then you had to be amazing, and you practically made me fall for you."

"Oh so it's my fault?" I joked, a laugh escaping my lips. "Well duh it's your fault! You had to be so perfect, Y/N!" he retorted, pushing my shoulder.

"So..." I trailed, "You didn't want me falling for you for all the wrong reasons." I deciphered.

"Exactly, so... you forgive me?" he wondered, scooting closer to me. I smiled, "It's your fault I do." I smirked. Jay laughed and threw me onto his back. He started walking out of the shop, into the park.

He began running around the green grass, enjoying himself. It's hard to believe that this morning I was angry at him, not answering his calls or texts. And now we're relationship goals, running around the park like crazy inventors... oh wait.

Cole

He used me... just to join his dad. I slammed my dance locker shut and walked into the studio, no one was there. And I already rage danced, almost broke my foot, but it kind of worked. I cried bascially three hours straight, until I realized he wasn't worth it. BF/N wanted to rip out his throat but I convinced her to spare him.

Who am I kidding? I feel awful. I can't believe I fell for that jerk! He used me! I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. Bags under my eyes and my hair everywhere. I sighed and tied up my H/C hair into a messy bun.

I closed my eyes and held my arms in front of me in my starting position, not looking around me. I was about to turn on my left foot when I saw someone in front of me. I froze, looking forwards at Cole.

I narrowed my eyes and walked to my gym bag on the floor, yanking it onto my shoulder. I started walking to the door when Cole started talking, "Y/N! Let me explain!" he shouted, racing behind me.

I whipped around, face to face with the liar. "I've been hurt too many times! I thought I could trust you! My mom died! My father left me! I live at my friends house! I don't know who you think I am but I refuse to be used!"

"I'm sorry! I-I never meant to fall for you. But then I did..."

"My trust is smaller than a dime! For anyone!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. "I thought if I pretended to like you than you would dance for my dad, and then I really met you. And the whole plan dropped and I wanted to be with you." he defended.

"Just stop! Okay?! You hurt me a lot! And used me!"

"I'm sorry! Please, forgive me." he pleaded. He used his fingers to dry my tears, then wrapped his arms around me, "I never meant to hurt you." he whispered in my ear. I wrapped my arms around his back and buried my face in his chest, "I forgive you." I mumbled into his sweatshirt.

Zane

I yawned and walked into the cafeteria, sitting down at a table by the window, my coffee cup in my hands. I looked out the window, seeing the bright stars lighting up the pitch black sky. I took a sip of my coffee and ran a hand through my H/C hair. I haven't talked to Zane in four days since the incident, my mother is still in the hospital. I typically go home around ten every night, then go to school, then come to the hospital to do homework and visit my mother.

"I'm sorry." a voice said. I looked up, seeing Zane in front of me. I sighed and shrugged, "For what?" I asked.

"For not being there, and for leaving for weeks without saying a word." he responded.

"Right." I scoffed, "Where did you go?" I questioned.

"To train, for Ninjago." he answered, sitting in the chair in front of me.

"It's okay, fine, alright, not important. I forgive you, Zane. I just needed and need you right now, but you weren't there."

"I don't know what to say." he whispered. "Say that we can forget you left, pretend you stayed, and that you're here. So everything can be okay again, except for my mother."

"I never left, I stayed, and I'm here. And I'll be here all the time, through this hard time."

Lloyd

"Come on Y/N, it was a good thing he told me." Cole defended, leaning against my door frame. I shrugged and sat on my bed, my legs crossed.

"Yeah, but it was for me to tell, not him." I argued. "Please, we both know you wouldn't have told me, then we would be right back here." he replied.

"How is volleyball going along?" he asked, quickly changing the subject. I sighed, "Bradley Hines said I would get a letter in the mail if they were considering running me for a college scholarship."

"We can watch the mail, I'm sure it's on its way." he responded, "Yeah, right." I mumbled.

"Anyways, forgive the kid. He didn't want you to get hurt. In a way, if he hadn't said anything, I wouldn't be able to help get your grades up, and you would be kicked off the volleyball team." Cole said. I raised an eyebrow,

"You're logic is questionable. But you're right, I'll forgive him. It's been kind of hard not talking to him, specifically since I just got home yesterday from dad's and it's a bit hard to ignore someone you live with."

Today is Tuesday, and I got home from my dad's yesterday evening. Lloyd and I had our fight Friday night, four days ago.

"Aww finally! You're making sense! I'm going to train, love you sis! Lloyd's in the hall by the way! Bye!" he ranted, kissing my forehead and running out of the room before I could question him.

I walked to the door and opened it, seeing Lloyd right outside with a smile on his face, "Eavesdropping? Really? You're not making your case any better." I told him, letting him in my room.

"Yeah... about that. I heard I'm forgiven. Is it true?" he asked.

"Yeah," I responded, "I forgive you."

"Yes!" he cheered, running into the hallway. I laughed and layed on my bed, that went well.