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Taylor's pov

I woke up and looked over to find Ross with his morning hair. Damn those soft cheeks that I can squeeze. And those pink lips that are so smooth. I noticed I was staring at him. He woke up saying...

" don't you think it's creepy string at someone" he said in his sexy voice

"Please like anyone would stare at you" I scoffed as I got off the bed.

"Ok, if you wanna be like that cause you are missing all of this" he said pointing to his biceps. It's true muscles are big and sexy.

I rolled my eyes as I walked towards the bathroom. I got in and brush my teeth, the usual. I noticed that the weather outside is really hot again. I decided to take a shower.  When I was done, I forgot to bring my clothes. Stupid Taylor. Just stupid. Now Ross would see me and try getting in my pants.

The real reason I hate him is because he always tries to get in girls pants, and they let him do it. But I'm not like them, the first time I moved here two years ago was because my mom found her friend, Stormie and she found a good job while my dad was fucking some fifty year old lady. 

So when I moved in, we were invited to stories house. On that day, I decided to wear my crop hello kitty short cause I was only 15.  As soon as I walked in their house, Rydel and I knew we were gonna be besties and that's what happened.  So then Ross turned into a bad boy, drinked, partied, sex, and he's still like that.

Ever since Ross turned into a bad boy he would get bored at fucking the other sluts. So he tried making a move on me, trust me I was a so mad. I always told him that NO, I will never pleasure you.

Once he got really mad, that he brought home two girls and had a threesome. He told them to moan extra extra loud so he would try to get me jealous. But it only made us enemies.

I wrapped a short towel around my body. I noticed that it was a little short. So I pulled it up, then you could see a clear view of my ass. If he sees me like this, Oh god I don't wanna think about it. I pulled the towel down so my cleavage was covered and butt, but my cleavage was still viewable from the top.

I walked out seeing Ross putting on his clothes.  I walked over to the closet and I swear I saw Ross checking my ass out. I felt so bad uncomfortable. 

Then he snaked his arms around my petite waist. I struggled to get out of his grip.

"Ugh, Ross what do you want" I said

"You" he whispered on my half naked back.

I turned around looking at his eyes in disgust. His eye darkens while he looks at me up and down.

"Why do you always try to get in my pants, even though I always say, NO!" I screamed at him.

"Come on babe, when we get officially married, trust me your gonna pleasure me a lot in bed. " He said trying to state the obvious walking toward me. I backed away as he kept walking towards me

My back eventually hit the wall. He put his hand on my cheek, making me flinch. He pushed his body to me. I was paralyzed.  Was he gonna rape me. This is it, after all these times he wanted me in bed, he's getting it.

"Stop, your hurting me" I said as he pulled me so close to him. His minty breath touched my back. It gave me shivers.

"Hey if we wanna be couples than, we have to get along with each other" he said slowly. I knew just what he wants.

"You want us to get along with each other, first you know you'll never get me in bed, second stop trying to do so, and UGH YOUR SUCH A BITCH"

I yelled at him.

"Well your just calling me a bitch now cause you haven't seen me in bed yet" he said letting me go. I sighed in relief.

"Why do you have to be such a jerk" I spat at him

"Why do you always hate me" he yells

"Because of what you always do to me"

I ran into the bathroom and put on my clothes with makeup.

I peeked out to see if Ross was there. He wasn't. I sighed in relief.

Why do you always hate me, ugh no wonder your such an idiot. You bullied me ever since I refused to have sex with you bitch.

Oh yah, forgot to mention, he used to bully me for being so innocent and stupid.  I once told this to Rydel, she said to ignore him knowing he'll pay for what he'd done.

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