"This is ridiculous." Abigail pinches the bridge of her nose, as the rest of the three quiet figures are now seated in the lobby.

The four well-built guards are keeping watch from across the vast room; sending Noah and Hayden noticeable glares of warning every now and then. Abigail's standing up next to a chair that's perfectly available to support a body - but she doesn't intend on staying long enough to make herself too comfortable.

Hayden is currently running his bruised knuckles through his black and ruffled hair, on the white loveseat where Stacy companies his other side.

Noah is only feet away seated in a chair, his tattooed arms slouched over both knees whilst he's leaning forward. He, too, has some crimson smudges right below his eye.

"If it weren't for security..." Abigail breathes out a calm breath - her disappointed gaze trailing between either Hayden's or Noah's.

"I'm sorry, Abs." Her brother huffs out a breath, later meeting his sister's disappointed green specks. Abigail only shakes her head in return.

She knew it wasn't his fault, but there was now annoyance that overlapped any sliver of disbelief over this situation.

It was the mix of curiosity over her brother's sleeping pills, the surprise of Noah's girlfriend being Hayden's current hook-up, and not to mention the intense proximity, and encounter, she had with Noah in the elevator.

"How many times are you going to do this?" She asks, voice slightly agitated. "You surround yourself with trouble, Hayden."

Hayden doesn't answer - his eyes drift towards the floor.

Abigail's perceptive eyes find Stacy's. Her hazel eyes are already fixated on Abigail's.

"And you..." she continues, her tone much more soft, but still hinting shame. "Why'd you do it?"

Suddenly, a chuckle erupts within the lobby, attracting everyone's pitiful attention. It's a wicked, smug chuckle.

Noah's head gently falls back - the one dimple on his cheek appearing before his unreadable gaze settles on Stacy, and his chuckle soon falters.

"Because she thinks she can." He says rather calmly. To Abigail, and even Hayden, it's a dangerously calm tone - too calm to have just been cheated on.

"Because she's stupid to do such a reckless act." Noah finishes. His dark brown eyes peel from Stacy's to Abigail's. He seems to study her own searching gaze, longer than he should.

And for a brief second the corner of his lips twitch. Then his brows draw together in thought.

"You punched me." He says; his London accent provoked to be the only sound to linger in the air. "I didn't expect that from a girl quite like you."

Abigail crosses her arms firmly against her chest, remaining stood in her waist high pink skirt.

"You punched my brother. It was... instinctive."

Noah can feel Hayden's confused gaze on the side of his face. "A girl quite like you?" Hayden looks to his sister.

"What do you two know each other?" He questions.

"Yes-" Noah doesn't contain one sliver of hesitation to answer, but Abigail rushes to blurt a response, too.

"No." She says almost simultaneously.

Noah rolls his eyes, leaning back into the chair. Abigail merely curls her lip, before diffusing a soft sigh.

She then meets her brother's irises.

"I hit him with my car earlier." She explains quietly, a bit too casual for quite the statement.

"Wh-" Hayden is consumed by utter confusion, and he can't tear his questionable gaze from his sister.

"Look, this is my fault." Stacy starts, deciding to come to a stand. She runs a hand through her long brown strands. Then she glimpses from Hayden, to Noah, then to Abigail.

And her arched brows escalate a moment, as she awaits. "Well, do you accept my apology?"

Stacy earns everyone's disbelieving gazes - including the guard's that stand afar.

"What kind of apology is that?" Noah questions bitterly.

Stacy averts her eyes onto the floor, a second, before meeting Noah's eyes again. "Me and you can talk about this later, alone."

"Oh no, please tag along Hades here, I'm sure he would love be involved." Noah remarks, sternly.

"It's Hayden." Hayden corrects solemnly, resting his forehead in the palm of his hand.

Stacy huffs out a breath before sending Noah an unrecognizable glance.

Noah forms a small smirk, whilst glimpsing at Hayden again. But Hayden doesn't notice Noah's mischievous gaze.

"It's fine," Noah says, leaned back in his seat, "I'll get him back."

Abigail furrows her brows, scanning her gaze between the both of the young men that radiate a bitter tension in the downstairs lobby of her apartment. She then clears her throat.

"Look no one is getting anyone back." She claims, watching Noah's tall figure come to an upright stand upon the wooden floor.

"Now that we've settled somewhat of what just happened... or what's been happening..." her eyes land on Stacy's, "we can all carry on with our own businesses."

"Hm," Noah interjects with a glint of disagreement to flicker behind his dark brown eyes - his gaze locked on his girlfriend's. "Stacy will be coming with me." he finishes.

Abigail watches Hayden look up to Stacy who stands beside his seated frame. The blaze of pain is present and visible when Stacy catches his eye.

It's then when Abigail sees that her brother must've really felt something for her, that she probably wasn't just another meaningless hook-up.

I'm sorry, Stacy mouths to him.

Stacy begins in her steps toward Noah, before landing by his tall side - in which is almost equivalent to her own tall and slim figure.

"Hayden let's go." Abigail says, before anyone can add anything else.

Her brother comes to a stand on his own two feet, and approaches his sister's side.

"I'll be seeing you, Abby." Noah remarks, sending Abigail's green eyes a wink before wrapping a tattooed arm around Stacy's shoulders, pulling her close, and heading for the glass double doors.

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