Chapter 6

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It's currently 6:00 Am. And my brothers decided to come wake me up. "Hey sis get downstairs we made you some pancakes," Aidan says while chuckling. THEY WOKE ME UP FOR FUCKING PANCAKES. I thought to myself " I AM NOT GETTING UP FOR FUCKING PANCAKES YOU CAN PUT IN THE MICROWAVE" "well then you left us with no choice" they both say. I still ignore them because I'm half asleep and I'm not waking up for fucking pancakes. When I heard them run into their rooms I let a sigh of relief out. To only hear them coming back in. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU BOTH WANT NOW." "Well here's a little wake-up call," they both said with devilish smirks on their face. With that, they both dump a gallon bucket of ice water on my head. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL THE BOTH OF YALL DIP SHITS." I start running after them down the stairs not caring who is down there. "I'M GONNA BEAT YALLS ASSES." "If you can catch us," Greyson says while laughing louder. I'm running so fast I did not even realize I bumped into a hard muscular chest. It causes me to fall. When I look up I see it's chase standing there just staring at me. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE YOU ASS WIPE." He still did not say anything instead he kept staring at my chest, me being confused I look down to see I'm wearing a white t-shirt that was soaked from the ice water they dumped on me. "Take a picture darling it would last longer," I say with a smirk. That seems to get his attention because he then walks away. "fuck off" he says while rolling his eyes. At this point, I look back down at myself to see I'm still soaking wet, I quickly run upstairs into the hot shower to clean myself up. When I get out I just throw on some light makeup. I was feeling kinda fancy today so I decided to were a puff sleeve crop blouse with some black jeans and gold jewelry.
A/n- if y'all don't like it y'all can imagine something else <3.

After I was done getting ready I avoided the part I have not wanted to do all morning and that's packing

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After I was done getting ready I avoided the part I have not wanted to do all morning and that's packing. It's not like I have a lot of stuff to pack, it's just the fact I'm gonna be living with the most arrogant fuck boy ever. I mumble to myself. By the time I finished packing it was 4 in the afternoon. My father comes into my room "all ready to go?" He asked. "I guess" I mumble while walking away grumpy.

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