Remember Me? **Sequel to Cyberbullied**

Its been about 3 years since Samantha had seen her past highschool buddies and boyfriend. But what happens when the boys held a contest? Will they remember Samantha? Will 3-year-old promises be still kept..?

**Sequel to Cyberbullied**


10. Next Morning

Samantha's POV


 woke up the next morning naturally, different from the past couple nights. I jumped off my bed towards the bathroom. I had brushed my teeth because I smeeled a bit of morning breath, disgusting. I left on my pajamas and went downstairs. When I was about to go down the stairs, I heard talking.


"Ok, the plan starts today" I heard a voice whisper. 

"And don't screw any of these up" another voice said.

I couldn't indicate what they were talking about, or even who was talking. And what plan can't be screwed up? I decided to go down.

When I stepped down, the voices stopped, a dead silence was growin3 among us. As I reached the end of the stairs, they were all there. Any of them could've been talking. 


"Morning" Louis greeted me. I flashed a smile. They all glanced at each other, back and forth. Niall seemed worried, Harry was runnin his fingers through his hair, Liam was smiling, so was Louis, and for Zayn, just staring. 


"What's with all this silence?" I asked. They all shrugged. 

"So you have an American accent" Zayn asked.

"Yea...and you have a british one." I answered. 

"But you live in England....." Liam said, joining the conversation. 

"Yea....?" I asked, confused. 

"Aren't you suppose to have a british one?" Liam asked.

"I was born in America, and I moved to England about a year ago" I explained. 


"You never said that in the video" Zayn said.

"Never thought it would be important...." I said, picking up my eyebrow.

"Are you hungry?" Louis asked.

"Yea, what do you have?" I asked, scratching my eye.

"Cource she is..." Harry mumbled. The boys laughed, except Niall, he kept quiet.

"I made pancakes, here" Louis said, handing me a plate of pancakes. I grabbed the fork and knife to cut the first piece.


"So you use a fork first huh?" Liam said. I ignored him as I took my first bite. They all stared at me, my every move.

"Like it? Cource you do" Louis answered to himself.

"Like food huh?" Louis continued. After a couple of bites, I spoke.


"Sorry if I'm being rude, but why are you asking me questions??" I said with a serious look.

They all shrugged, just like before. 

"Fine then.." I said, grabbing my plate and taking it to the kitchen. 

"Sorry" Niall mouthed as he came up from behind me. I gave him the 'what's going on' face. He just stared. 


"What's going on" I whispered. 

He spelled out letters with his fingers. S-O-R-R-Y. What the fuck is going on around here? I mean, they were so nice yesterday, now they're acting a bit like stalkers and assholes. Hopefully their just messing with me.


~* Hours Later


I had stayed in the bedroom since breakfast. I was listening to music as I thought. I tried to complete the puzzel. What plan? Why were they asking me questions? Why the attitude? Why did Niall spell out sorry? Most importantly, was the hell is going on?!?! I was cut of my thoughts by a knock on the door.


"Can I come in?" A voice asked. 

"I guess..." I saod, sitting up.

"Ok, so here are the rules. You will be staying here for the 6 months, and can only go outside of this house once a week," Simon explained. 

"...and you cannot have any connection with family, well only for once every month."He finshed. 

'Good, they probably wouldn't even want to talk to me' I thought to myself.


"Ok" I said out loud.

"Wait, um. What's with the boys?" I asked Simon.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but then again, I really don't understand most things" he said, joking at the last part, I think he did, I laughed anyway. He smiled, then left the room, as well as the house.


I got a bit bored in the room so I went downstairs to see a bit of tv.

"Can I join?" I asked Harry. He stared at me then back at the tv.

"I'll take that as a yes then.." I said, sitting at the opposite side from where Harry sat. When I sat, he got up, and left to his room. Really the silence treatment? I got pissed off and left to my room. I could handle jokes and snide remarks, but not silence. It makes me feel unwanted. I was feeling that a lot this morning. I layed in bed, thinking about how things will hopefully change. I hope they do...please....

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