"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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*Beep* *Beep*
I rush to the microwave to take out my bowl.
"Eve, turn on Netflix." I order in the air and instantly, the large black screen on the wall lights up in colours.
"Play Euphoria season 1 episode 1."
I was grounded for three years and didn't get to watch any of the popular series my classmates talked about. So today, I am going to judge myself how hot this Nate guy is and why I have to hate him.
I jump my hot ass on that brute's couch and watch his Netflix and eat his popcorn while I chill like a rich wife.
I spend the next six hours on the couch along with pringles, popcorn, and doritos.
Not gonna lie, Nate seems like an average jock, a bit okayish type. But his dad... Ufff!
Daddy is hot as Brad Pitt. And I kinda feel a soft spot for him and myself, because I don't know why I am into psychotic men who badly need help.
What is wrong with me?
*Buzz*
Suddenly, my watch vibrates with a reminder. Protein shake.
Huh! Why would I get a notification of a drink that I have never tasted in my life?
Unless.. It is not for me.
"Oh my fucking god!" My ass jerks in the air and I instantly stand up. The cruel man of this house is returning back!
"Eve, close Netflix and burn the tv." I immediately run to the kitchen to put the dirty bowls and glasses in the dishwasher.
"I do not understand. Come again?" The robotic voice asks me.
Stupid AI!
I find the remote and manually switch off the screen. I pull out the vacuum and let it all suck the tiny chips pieces and popcorn off the couch to remove any sort of evidence that would twitch his mental head.
I successfully delete the proof then look for his recipe for protein shake.
Two bananas.
Two spoon peanut butter.
Two scoop protein powder.
Two cup soy milk.
No sugar.
Again, no sugar! Is he diabetic or what?
My heart skips a beat as I hear the sound of a car outside. He is here already!
My hands move in panic as if I am working in Hell's kitchen and Gordon Ramsey is standing behind my ass, calling me a stupid piece of bread in front of the entire America.
