The Bad Girl and the Worse Boy Are Roomates(on hold)

Cyni walked into her room, stopped, turned, and walked back to the living room where her mom sat reading a magazine.

"Mom. Explain why there is suddenly a second bed in my room, and a boy sitting on said second bed."

"Oh hi honey. Didn't I tell you? We agreed to take him in. He's my friend Elizabeth's son. She and her husband are going to travel the world for who knows how long, so Aron is staying with us."

"Great, that's fine. But why is he in my room?"

"Cyn. We have a two bedroom apartment. He's certainly not stay in my room and he isn't going to stay on the couch."

Cyni sighed. "Alright. Guess I'll go meet the bugger then."

With that, she trudged off to her room again, slamming the door closed behind her. She sat on her bed, facing the boy.

"Hey. I'm Cyn."

"Aron." He nodded a hello.

"Since you'll be sharing my room for god knows how long, lets place the question game. Age, grade, hobbies. Go."

"17, 12th, no. You?"

"17, 12th, fine."

He ran his hand over his dark brown buzzcut.

"I'll be nice for once, and offer to buy you something from Bell's," Aron offered.

"For once huh? Guess I better take that offer. Let me change out of my school clothes first."

He nodded, and turned his back while she traded her black leggings and thin sweater for turquoise skinny jeans, a thin black tshirt, and black studded ankle boots.

"You're good," she said and he turned around. "Don't think I didn't catch you peeking though."

Aron smirked. "Guess I'll have to buy you food too?"

"Duh." Cyni grabbed her one of her leather jackets, the black one, and Aron followed her out the door, his slim six foot two figure stepping surprisingly gently. He headed for the silver Camry, not noticing Cyni standing next to a red motorcycle.

"Ay dude. Over here."

Aron's eyes bugged out.

"You ride a bike?"

"Hell yes. Now get on bugger."

"Uhh.."

"Scared?"

"I'll say no purely to save face."

Cyni rolled her eyes.

"Just get on, you'll be fine."

She got on, moving up so he would have enough room. He followed, lightly resting his hands on her waist. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at his touch, but she scared them off.

"Tighter bro."

"Fuck no."

"Yes."

"No."

"Fine. Suit yourself."

She started off, his hands and arms immediately wrapping around her waist. She smirked, and flew all the way to Bell's, a hot guy's arms wrapped around her.

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This is just a bit of a teaser of the story. I'll try to update often, but I can't always help it.

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Love yall, Olie