Having being called home from school by mum and dad, Thats already bad. I couldn't think of anything I did wrong. Hmmm, I was currious, Luckily my boyfriend, Matthew, was nice enough to give me a drive back home. He wouldn't allow me to go on my own, He says its not safe for a girl to be on her own. I think its super cute when he does something sweet for me.
He dropped me off, I kissed him on the cheak and went into the house, There I saw sitting on the couch was Bad Boy, Andrew Lane. I hurried to the kitchen as my parents called me. I was shocked, why is he in my house?? "What is going on?", I asked my parents. "We will be having Andrew stay in our house for the next 2 years", said mum, I turned around and peeped into the living room to see if he was hearing the conversation. I screamed "WHY!!??"
He is a mess, He is the worst in my school, He is a jerk, an idiot, a playboy not to mention. He sleeps with girls for a night and pretends they never exist the next day. I didn't want that Jerk in my house. All I could think in my head was how much I hated him. How bad and mean he is, I just couldn't stop, all sorts of thoughts were running through my head. What am I to say in school? "I am Anne and I live with Andrew Lane???" I asked dad.
He gave me the stare, I kept quiet. "You are gonna live with him, and you are gonna have to get along with him, no matter how much you hate him, understand missy??" , said dad. I pouted and said yes. I stormed into the living room and said
" We are gonna have bounderies, No crazy moves, Andrew. I dont play your games."
"I never said I played games, Sweetheart, You put words into my mouth, Don't ever do that again Sweetheart"
At that very moment I felt like slapping him.. Argh! How dare he!
"Dont you ever call me that, Go fine someone else to be your sweetheart"
"I didnt asked you what you wanted me to call you, I choose, Sweetheart"
"I never said you could choose!!!" I was super pissed, I have never been soo mad at someone. Im usually the nice one.
Dad came into the Living room telling both of us to shut up, he said we were soo noisy, he couldnt even hear himself think. I stormed up stairs, slammed my door behind me and jumped onto my bed. How unbelieveble is he?? Arrogant not to mention bad ass. I layyed in bed when i heard a knock on my door. Andrew's head poped out
"What do you want, Andrew? You already killed me by living here, anything more to add??
"I just wanted to say sorry about the argument downstairs, I didnt mean it, but I will still call you my sweetheart"
I started thinking when did Andrew become sorry about anything?? I gave him the weir look and laid back down on my bed.
"Sweetheart, I know you are pissed, and I'm sorry. If you forgive me I'll be downstairs"
I was thinking to myelf, could this be real, after Andrew left I sat up and started thinking. Wow, maybe I judged him too quickly, he is not that bad . He had the heart to come and say sorry to me after all, I was impressed.
