Selina Smith
Have you ever been so pissed off at someone, the last resort is just to... kill them. "I'm gonna go jail for murder", I mutter as I'm checking my phone in the backseat of my parents car. We pull up out our house and as I climb out my dad throws me the keys, "Lock the door, monkey" my dad says as he's rushing inside.
I lock the door and walk inside, dad must be in a rush, he forgot to close the fucking door, I thought of myself.
I waltz into my parents room and throw the keys on the bed, only to see... SUITCASES. My mum enters the room, "Um.. excuse me!" I ask pointing at the suitcases.
"Oh I'm sorry, dear, me and your dad were called to Dubai to do emergency surgery", she explains placing a hand on my arm, for about o.5 seconds. My parents are surgeons, which leaves me living in some crack-heads house.
"How long are you going for?" I ask, frowning, what! Is it my fault I don't wanna live in a psychos house.
"I don't know but, you'll be staying at a friends house" she says, raising her eyebrows in enthusiasm.
"Why can't I come with you?!" I beckon, gawping at her.
"Because, darling, what about school? now go pack" she says with zero sympathy in the fact that she's dumping me on someone else. Parental care much!
I stomp into my room and slam the door. I hear a faint "we are leaving in... minutes" probably soon then. I pull out 3 suitcases, since my mum didn't answer my question, I'll extra pack, I'm best known for it anyway.
I'm actually doing this, I thought in my head, I'm gonna bunk with some... some... fucking nonce! "Don't worry, darling, they've got a son, I think older than you. Wow, like that's gonna be great for me, he's probably this town's well most nitty, I thought.
We pull up outside their garage and it opens electrically. I see an old woman standing there holding some sort of key, I must be the gate key, I thought in my head. I see a nice BMW parked in front of us. I've always had a thing for cars, something my mum despises of me.
I open the door as I see the woman walk up closer and greet my parents, whilst I'm standing there like a fucking idiot, gawping. I don't care what anyone says, this house was sick as fuck. They had 3 floors, not including the basement and attic.
"Hello, you must be Selina?" She asks me, stretching her right hand out. I'd figured she was a maid or something because of her apron, but you couldn't tell by the expensive jewellery she had on, wow, they must pay her well.
"Yeah" I reply giving her a warm smiling as I shake her hand.
"Well don't stand out here in the fog, come in" she urges, as she places a hand on my back. I walk up to the house, and my suitcases just came to mind, 'oh' I mutter.
"It's ok, dear, I'll get them, my name is Petunia by the way, and if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask" she introduces herself finally. "Let me get the son, so he can show you your room" she explains, walking off.
My dad brings in all my suitcases at once and people ask me why I call my dad 'Superman'. "Why do you have so many bags, monkey?" My dad asks, while planting a kiss on the side of my head. "Mmm" I shrug. "I'll see you when I get back, love you", he says waving at me.
Someone comes out from the shadows and you wouldn't believe who it was.... "YOU!" I call out, my mouth wide open. There he was standing that bastard who had soaked me and flirts with Zoe. He standing there in a towel, not the welcome I'd expected.
He had dark, messy hair, I guess the way to describe it was, midnight onyx. His brown eyes weirdly glimmered, beautifully articulated abs, his lips looked so soft, his jaw was so sharp, damn, you could cut yourself on that, but ugh, I'm not supposed to like him, I hate him, and I mean hate him.
"Oh" was the only word to come out of his mouth. I pissed me off, how calm he was. I close my fists tighter and tighter, I hated the fact that HE was the son. At this point I'd settle with Satan.
"Well?!" I say standing there. "What?!" He frowns at me, "Are you gonna apologise?" I say placing my hands on my hips.
"He tilts his head down and bursts out laughing his head off. "You want me to apologise to you?" He asks, smiling, "nah, sweetheart, I don't think that's gonna cut it" he says walking off, "follow me then" he groans.
"What about my suitcases?" I ask pointing to them. He stops and doesn't say anything, he points and murmurs "elevator". I look and... he was right, there was an elevator.
He opens the door to the closest bedroom, and stands to the side to let me explore the room. This room had... everything.
I had my own double bed, a walk in wardrobe, a walk in shower and my own office. "You like" I hear a voice and turn my head to find the devils spawn leaning on the door frame. "It was better before I saw your face" I explain to him. He rolls his eyes and before he leaves I ask "where are your parents?" He doesn't turn around nor does he respond.
I descend down the stairs, as I see the prick come from... a room and go into... another room. Because the dumb-ass didn't show me around, I have no choice but to call them rooms.
I grab all my suitcases and head for the elevator. I press the button and wait.
I must've waited a long-ass time because my legs were hurting. I walk up stairs and see on the elevator an OUT OF ORDER! Sign. "What the fuck!" I shout. I turn I hit into a familiar chest, I look up and see the tramp smirking down at me, "is the elevator out of order?" he laughs as he walks off.
So the last resort was carrying all my shit up the the stairs, now I started to regret packing 50 odd bags.
"I can't believe he didn't tell me.... That dickhead!" I mutter as I carry my bags up the stairs. I don't have a spare hand so I barge into my room, the door swings and I see... the asshole.
He walks out of my office and as soon as he sees me, he shoves something in his pocket of his joggers. "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I ask as he's walking out.
"Relax, darling, I left shit here time ago" he explains looking down at his phone, "and I didn't want your big-ass nose in my fucking business" he says before retreating.
"You do know that it's rude not to look at someone when your having a conversation" I tell him, slowly placing my hands on my hips, "and why was... whatever you had in my room?" I ask.
He leans his head back before turning around, now his eyes were filled with rage... I think. His tongue moves around his mouth before responding. "Because I had no fucking room" he says before he takes off... finally.
But then, it got me thinking, what did he hid in my room?
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Oooh, what has Chase got hidden?
Well, Selina, is Chase the towns well most nitty? 🤣😝
Seems like they're not gonna get along, huh?
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