"Look at me and tell me you don't love me!! Tell me you've never had any sort of feelings for me, and I'll leave."
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Amelie Zilber moves into a house filled with guys. The Sway house in particular. A...
That's certainly not how I wanted to start my morning. My head is throbbing and I cant deal with this bitch right now, besides, Jaden and I are just friends.
I hang up on her and throw my phone on the bed groaning.
"Anthonyyyy." I say trying on my saddest face.
"What do you want?" He laughs, sitting up on his bed.
"Can you please get me some Tylenol?" I say in a sickish sweet voice that makes me want to gag.
"Last night got you hard right?" He retorts, "the tylenol is literally in the bathroom right next to you."
"Its on the top cabinet, I obviously can't get it myself." I say, finally looking up at him only to be met with blue eyes, staring at me with such intensity that it makes me squirm.
"What?" I snap making sure my towel is still secured tightly to my body.
"One wrong move and boom, your tower's on the floor." He smirks.
"I know that." I say through gritted teeth.
"You know, now that I think about it, it would be fair if I got to see you naked too." He says, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"You know what, I'll get Blake to get me medicine" I say, ignoring the heat that's rushing to my cheeks.
I grab my clothes and pad to the bathroom to get dressed.
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When I emerge from the bathroom, Anthony isn't there, rude.
I trudge down the stairs dreading meeting Jaden, I don't remember if I said or did anything stupid last night, plus, Mads has probably chewed him out for hanging with me last night, which was originally my idea.
Seriously, fuck my life.
I can't spot anyone when I reach downstairs and I let out a sigh of relief, going to the fridge to get my daily dose of orange juice and a leftover garden salad, brought home by one of the guys last night.
I walk over to the kitchen island and take a seat on one of the stools.
While eating, I put on my airpods and start to hum along to whichever song is playing in my ears.
I can already feel my headache become less painful as I start singing along to, currently Pray by Jaden. Honestly, Jaden's music is like food for my soul.
I have a few minutes of peace until I feel a hard poke to my sides, almost making me choke to death.
"What the hell dude?!" I scream at whoever's nearly murdered me, my eyes tearing up while I cough.
I look up to see my alomst murderer and ofcourse it turns out to be Anthony.
"Here's your Tylenol." He states proudly, holding the strip up to my face, looking very proud of himself.
