π…π‘π„ππ„πŒπˆπ„π’, vinnie ha...

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in which they hate each other, but can't get enough of each other More

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓.
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈
πŽππ„: 𝐈 π–πŽπ”π‹πƒ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑
π“π–πŽ: 𝐈 π‘π„π€π‹π‹π˜ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 πŠπˆπ’π’ π˜πŽπ”
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 π‡π€πππ„ππˆππ† π€π†π€πˆπ
π…πŽπ”π‘: 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 πŽπ‘ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄
π…πˆπ•π„: πƒπŽπ†π’πˆπ“π“πˆππ†
π’πˆπ—: ππŽπ˜π’ π€πˆπ'𝐓 π’π‡πˆπ“
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: ππ˜π‹π€'𝐒 π†πŽπ“ 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇
ππˆππ„: 𝐈 π‚π‡πŽπ’π„ π‡πˆπŒ
𝐓𝐄𝐍: π˜πŽπ” π‚π‡πŽπŽπ’π„ πŒπ„?
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈
𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: π‡πŽπŒπ„, π€π‹πŽππ„
𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄: ππŽπ“π‡πˆππ† 𝐁𝐔𝐓 ππ˜π‹π€
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π„π„π: πˆπ“ π’π”π‚πŠπ’ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄
π…πŽπ”π‘π“π„π„π: 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 πŠπˆπ’π’ πŒπ„, π‡π€π‚πŠπ„π‘
π…πˆπ…π“π„π„π: 𝐁𝐄𝐆 π…πŽπ‘ πˆπ“*
π’πˆπ—π“π„π„π: π’π“π€π˜ π€π–π€π˜ π…π‘πŽπŒ 𝐇𝐄𝐑
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: π˜πŽπ” πƒπŽ π˜πŽπ”
π„πˆπ†π‡π“π„π„π: 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 π˜πŽπ” π“πŽ 𝐁𝐄 πŽπŠπ€π˜*
ππˆππ„π“π„π„π: 𝐈'𝐌 πƒπŽππ„ π–πˆπ“π‡ π˜πŽπ”
π“π–π„ππ“π˜: π…π‘π„ππ„πŒπˆπ„π’ π–πˆπ“π‡ ππ„ππ„π…πˆπ“π’*
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ πŽππ„: π•πˆπππˆπ„ 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ π“π–πŽ: π’πŽ π–π‡πŽ πƒπŽ π˜πŽπ” π‹πˆπŠπ„?
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: π“πŽπŽ π†πŽπŽπƒ π“πŽ 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ π…πŽπ”π‘: 𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ π…πˆπ•π„: 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 πƒπŽ π’πŽπŒπ„π“π‡πˆππ†
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ π’πˆπ—: πƒπŽπŽπŒπ„πƒ π“πŽ 𝐁𝐄 π’πˆππ†π‹π„ π…πŽπ‘π„π•π„π‘
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: πŒπ€πŠπ„ 𝐔𝐏...πŒπ€πŠπ„ πŽπ”π“
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ π„πˆπ†π‡π“: π“π‘πŽπ˜
π“π–π„ππ“π˜ ππˆππ„: 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 π†πŽπˆππ† π“πŽ πƒπŽ ππŽπ–?
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜: πŒπ€π˜ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 πŒπ€π π–πˆπ
𝐀𝐂𝐓 πˆπ•
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ πŽππ„: π˜πŽπ”'𝐑𝐄 πˆππ•πˆπ“π„πƒ
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ π“π–πŽ: 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 π‚πŽπ”π‹πƒ π†πŽ π–π‘πŽππ†?
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 π“πŽ 𝐔𝐒?
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ π…πŽπ”π‘: πŠπˆπ’π’ πŒπ„, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ π…πˆπ•π„: 𝐔𝐒𝐄 π˜πŽπ”π‘ π–πŽπ‘πƒπ’*
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ π’πˆπ—: 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 πŽπ… π‘π„π‰π„π‚π“πˆπŽπ
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: ππ‘π„π“π“π˜ 𝐁𝐎𝐘
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ π„πˆπ†π‡π“: 𝐈'𝐌 π“πˆπ‘π„πƒ πŽπ… π–π€πˆπ“πˆππ†
π“π‡πˆπ‘π“π˜ ππˆππ„: 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 πŒπ„ ππ€π‚πŠ
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜: 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π–πŽπ‘π’π“
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ πŽππ„: 𝐒𝐄𝐄 π˜πŽπ” 𝐈𝐍 πŒπˆπ€πŒπˆ
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ π“π–πŽ: 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 π‘π„π€π‹π‹π˜ π“πŽπ†π„π“π‡π„π‘
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: π’ππˆπ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ππŽπ“π“π‹π„
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ π…πŽπ”π‘: π–π„πˆπ†π‡ 𝐈𝐍
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ π…πˆπ•π„: π˜πŽπ” πŒπ„π€π 𝐀 π‹πŽπ“ π“πŽ πŒπ„
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ π’πˆπ—: π…πˆπ†π‡π“ ππˆπ†π‡π“, 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 πŽππ„
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: π…πˆπ†π‡π“ ππˆπ†π‡π“, 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 π“π–πŽ
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ π„πˆπ†π‡π“: 𝐀𝐋𝐋 πŒπˆππ„*
π…πŽπ‘π“π˜ ππˆππ„: πŽππ„ π‰π„π€π‹πŽπ”π’ πŒπŽπ“π‡π„π‘π…π”π‚πŠπ„π‘
π…πˆπ…π“π˜: π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒπ’
𝐀𝐂𝐓 π•πˆ
π…πˆπ…π“π˜ πŽππ„: π“π€πŠπ„ πˆπ“*
π…πˆπ…π“π˜ π“π–πŽ: 𝐈 πƒπŽπ'𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄
π…πˆπ…π“π˜ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐈 πƒπˆπƒπ'𝐓 πƒπŽ πˆπ“
π…πˆπ…π“π˜ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: ππŽπ“π‡πˆππ† 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 πƒπŽ
π…πˆπ…π“π˜ π…πŽπ”π‘: 𝐍𝐎 πŒπŽπ‘π„ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒
π…πˆπ…π“π˜ π…πˆπ•π„: 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋*

π„πˆπ†π‡π“: 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 π‚πŽπˆππ‚πˆπƒπ„ππ‚π„

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By -HEAVENLYHACKER

warnings: spencer being a toxic little shit and not in a good way

• ★ •

(one month later)

"you're fucking kidding me," vinnie grumbled, watching as nyla walked into the sway gaming house. "what the fuck do you want?"

nyla glared at him, "kio wanted me to help him with his makeup for some tiktok he's making, where is he?"

"he went out with some girl last night, i don't know when he's coming back," vinnie replied, leaning back on the couch with his hands behind his head.

nyla sighed, grabbing a random white shirt and throwing it at vinne. "can you put a shirt on? do you know how to put a shirt on?"

vinnie smirked. "are you getting distracted by my abs, nyla? and i know you love my arms, you remember that night-"

"put the damn shirt on and shut the fuck up."

surprisingly, vinnie listened. "how's the boyfriend?"

nyla looked at him suspiciously before sitting down next to him. "he's good."

it had been about a month since nyla had met up with spencer that evening, and since then she had posted the vlog with him and introduced him to her fans. they had been on a bunch of dates, and a week ago, spencer had asked her to be his girfriend after taking her to the beach cafe where they first reconnected.

the boy nodded. "i feel bad for him."

nyla groaned internally, knowing they were about to start arguing once again. "what the fuck does that mean, hacker?"

"he's stuck with you, nyla, so i feel bad for him."

"i think you're just mad i have someone and you don't," the girl replied, crossing her arms. "you're jealous of me."

"why would i be jealous of you, princess? there's nothing to be jealous of."

nyla nodded her head sarcastically. "right, right. and that's why you insult me and make fun of me all the time."

"you do the same exact thing back to me!" vinnie said, "i think you're obsessed with me."

"trust me, vinnie, i'm not one of your fangirls. i stongly dislike you."

"you could just say you hate me. you don't need to be nice about it."

"yeah, okay, i fucking hate you."

"good to know the feeling's mutual, princess."

the two had turned towards each other, knees touching, eyes hard with anger.

"stop calling me that, vinnie."

"and why should i, princess? if it annoys you, then i'm gonna keep using it. plus, i like the nickname."

nyla stood up, shaking her head. " i'm going to kio's room. tell him i'm there when you see him."

• ★ •

a few hours later, nyla had helped kio with his makeup, and was now in the car with spencer, the both of them in a comfortable silence as frank ocean played in the background.

"you alright, darling?" spencer asked, his hand grabbing nyla's.

"fine, spence, i'm just hoping i did kio's makeup right."

spencer's hand tightened around nyla's as they came to a stop sign, just a few blocks away from nyla's apartment. "i wanted to talk to you about that.'

"what? his makeup? oh my god, did you hate the picture i showed you? i knew the eyeliner was too much, i should've just-"

spencer cut her off with a laugh. "his makeup's fine, ny, i just wanted to talk to you about hanging out with those boys in general."

he kept driving, nyla slightly confused as he parked across from nyla's building. "what do you mean? have they done anything?"

spencer turned to her, "i just feel like you spend way too much time with them," he started, "and i would rather you spend some time with me."

nyla shook her head. "spence, they're like my brothers, okay? you have nothing to be worried about. plus, i'm only with them when you're in class or with your other friends."

"well, i'm your boyfriend, okay? and i don't want you over at their house all the time, doing their makeup and whatever. you could spend some time with me instead. plus, you make so many tiktoks with them and barely any with me."

"is this about tiktok?" nyla asked incredulously. "are you kidding me, spencer?"

"no, nyla," spencer stated firmly. "it's just weird because you make so many tiktoks with those boys, and everyone ships you with them."

"well, everyone also knows you're my boyfriend," she replied. "and it's just what happens, okay? the fans always ship me with anyone i stand next to."

"and what about vinnie?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"what about him?" nyla asked dryly. "you already know we hate each other. you don't need to worry about him."

the boy sighed, rolling his eyes and looking out the window. "i don't get it, you're friends with addison and avani and sienna, just hang out with them."

nyla scoffed. "spencer, the boys are like my brothers, and it's not my fault you refuse to be friends with them or get to know them. they would be more than happy to meet you but you always say no. i don't want them, i want you, okay?"

spencer looked at nyla, his eyes softening. "fine."

nyla grabbed his hands, moving closer to him. "you're my boyfriend. no one else."

spencer leaned in, pecking nyla's cheek before turning the car off. "okay, let's go inside. i'll spend the night."

• ★ •

(one week later)

troy walked into kio's room, where vinnie was laying in his bed while kio was on his laptop. "we need to talk."

"oh my god, are you breaking up with me, troy?" vinnie asked, turning his body to look at the boy.

troy rolled his eyes. "now is not the time for jokes, vincent. have any of you talked to nyla in the past week?"

kio shook his head, looking up from his laptop. "no, she said she was going to be busy. but she's been posting tiktoks and stuff."

"yeah, but she's not directly talking to us, and she can't be that busy if she's texting sienna and addison," troy replied.

"she's texting the girls, but not us?" kio frowned, grabbing his phone. "that's fucking rude."

"why do y'all care so much?" vinnie yawned. "she sounds like a horrible friend."

both troy and kio glared at him. "shut up, vinnie. did you do something to her?"

"what do you mean?" vinnie asked, "why would i have done anything?"

"you're a bitch to her, did you say something mean?"

vinnie pretended he was thinking, scratching his head. "hmm, yeah, maybe."

kio smacked his shoulder, "you're fucking kidding, what did you say to her?"

vinnie shrugged. "just that i felt bad for her boyfriend because he was stuck with her. it wasn't anything bad considering the shit we say to each other on tiktok, so i don't think it's my fault, okay?"

"when will you two just stop arguing?" troy sighed, sitting on the bed. "maybe if you two have sex again-"

"i don't wanna hear it," vinnie said, holding a hand up. "it happened once and we both still hate each other."

"but you liked it, didn't you? every girl you hooked up with after nyla looks just like her," kio added, a smirk on his face. "or is it just a coincidence?"

"just a coincidence," vinnie replied, rolling his eyes as he ran a finger through his hair. "i didn't even know you guys cared so much about who i hooked up with."

"we don't," troy stated. "it's just weird because you hooked up with one of our best friends who you say you hate."

"she's a brat," vinnie said. "and all she does is argue with me."

"well, now she's not talking to any of us, and i miss her," troy said, stretching his arms over his head. "should we text her?"

"she won't answer, i already tried today," kio said. "maybe we should ask addison or something."

troy and kio left the bedroom, calling addison on troy's phone, leaving vinnie alone. he rubbed his eyes, grabbing his phone when he noticed that he had a notification that nyla posted a new tiktok.

he watched the 15 second video, which was just nyla doing a dance when spencer came in and hugged her from behind.

he clicked the comments, since he had nothing better to do.


user: they're so cute

user: troy and nyla for the win

siennamae: my girl is killing it

user: i don't ship this

user: why hasn't nyla made any tiktoks with kio or troy? i miss their friendship

user: wow you guys are just like brother and sister lol

user: hate this relationship :)

avani: i love love love you guys

user: i'm so happy she's happy

user: vinnie come get your girl

kiocyrr: my favs

user: someone tell spencer we don't like him

user: post tiktoks with the sway boys please!

brycehall: still haven't met the boyfriend :/

addisonre: so cute omg

user: sway boys, pls come and save nyla from this stranger

user: who's gonna tell nyla we like the sway boys better than spencer

user: these two are so attractive

user: i believe in nyla and vinnie supremacy


"i don't get why you care so much, spencer!" nyla yelled as she poured coffee into two cups. "the comments are always like that, and we both decided we were ignoring them. and i haven't been hanging out with the boys or anything because you told me you wanted to spend time with me."

spencer stormed into the kitchen, slamming an open cupboard closed. "well, it's not enough, nyla. it's always about those boys!"

nyla laughed with absolutely no humor in her voice. "why is nothing ever enough for you?"

she handed her boyfriend the mug of coffee, watching his chest rise up and down as he tried to control his temper.

"you're acting like a fucking slut," he mumbled under his breath, but nyla heard it, clear as day.

"excuse me?" she asked, turned around and looking at him in shock. "you did not just say that, spencer."

the boy slammed the coffee cup onto the counter, the glass breaking and coffee spilling all over the white countertops and floor. nyla flinched, eyes wide as she looked up at her boyfriend.

spencer massaged his temples, "i'm scared i'm gonna lose you," he muttered, stepping away from the coffee dripping down the counters. "you're just so successful and everyone likes you and i'm-"

"stop it,"nyla said forcefully, stepped closer to spencer. "you are all i want, okay? you need to calm down."

the boy nodded, looking at his phone. "holy shit, i gotta go, i have to meet up with my study group."

he kissed nyla's forehead, and said, "i'm sorry, i really am."

nyla nodded, watching as he grabbed his bag and walked out of the apartment.

she leaned against the wall, her hands massaging her head, hoping for some relief after the huge headache she had been getting all day. recently, all that her spencer had been doing was getting into fights, apologizing, going on a date, getting into another fight, and so on. it was an endless cycle, and nyla was getting tired of it.

but she didn't want to let spencer go.

she sighed, grabbing a bunch of paper towels and heading back to her kitchen, placing the towels over the now cold coffee and trying to avoid the shards of glass all over the floor and counter.

carefully, bent down and she started cleaning up the broken mug, picking up some of the bigger pieces of glass on the floor and throwing them away.

suddenly, her doorbell rang twice, the loud noise making her lose her balance as her left hand grabbed the counter so she wouldn't face plant into the tiles.

a sharp piece of glass pierced the skin of her left hand, making nyla gasp as the she watched the red blood bloom from the cut.

the doorbell rang again, but this time, nyla heard the jingling of keys as someone unlocked her door from the outside.

nyla held her injured hand to her side as she quickly walked over to the front door, her heart dropping when she saw kio, troy, and vinnie standing in front of her.


• ★ •
she speaks!

spencer's a little bitch lol

-n

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