VIII {Once a Fuckboy, Always a Fuckboy}

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{Courtney's POV}

I wake up by the sound of my phone. Ugh, who texted me this early? I check the time. Oh, it's 11 AM, nvm. 

Let us see, a text message of...

Fuckboy Mendes:

FM: Good morning sunshine.

Me: Just because we're friends again, doesn't mean you have to call me stupid names.

FM: Let me guess, I still stand in your phone like "Fuckboy Mendes"?

Me: And the 100 bonus points go to... MISTER MENDES!

FM: I hate your sarcasm.

Me: And I hate you.

FM: Oh I love you too.

Me: Why you text me?

FM: Because I'm gonna help searching a job for you.

Me: You already helped enough.

FM: Yeah, there are friends for.

FM: Btw get changed.

Me: Why?

FM: Cause I'm standing right in front of your house, duh.

My room is at the front of the house and I watch out of my window. I see his white cabrio, him, Cameron and Nash.

Me:  WTF ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE!?

FM: We're gonna help you.

Me: You think I trust those idiots?

FM: Just get in the car.

Me: Give me 5 minutes.

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