How is living and sharing a room with a self-centered jerk a turn-on?!

Chapter 2

Blake scowled as he watched his parents fuss around happily packing their things.

Staying with the Campbells are fine, but with Brooklyn? No way in hell.

“Oh come on, son. Cheer up! Brook’s going to be there!” his dad said, wiggling his eyebrows in what seemed to be a rather pathetic attempt at being suggestive.

If looks could kill, his dad would have been obliterated a long, long time ago. Of course he wasn’t the type to kill a person, let alone his own father, but now the idea didn’t seem so bad.

“So what if that tomboy is gonna be there? She’s only gonna ruin my entire summer…” he muttered darkly.

His mom narrowed her eyes at him and place a hand on her hip. Uh oh. That was never a good sign.

“Tomboy? Brooklyn is not a tomboy. So she mostly wears jeans, who cares? At least she’s not like a certain someone…” she said, glaring at her son.

Blake glared back, his scowl deepening on his handsome features.

Mostly? Make that always, mom. She probably owns a million pairs of them. Tch. Gross.

“Whatever. And I told you for the thousandth time already, Katy is not my girlfriend. We’re just… friends.”

With benefits of course. Okay, he lied to his parents about his relationship with Katy. Big deal. They’ve been on and off for years that he actually didn’t bother with it anymore. All that mattered to him was that she was always there and willing for him whenever he needed a good lay. And was she a good one. But he cared enough for her to fight for their relationship. If necessary only, of course. But his mother didn’t to know any of that.

She raised one eyebrow at him suspiciously. His dad looked back and forth between them before shrugging his shoulders, obviously not wanting to be a part of his wife’s wrath.

“Well I don’t really care for that Katherine girl. She’s too… snobby for my taste. She’s pretty yes, but not girlfriend material at all. I would prefer it if you were to date Brooklyn instead. She is such a wonderful girl!” her mother replied, with a tone of finality in her voice.

Blake blanched and almost vomited. Literally. Him and Brooklyn? Dating? When hell probably freezes over and Katy admitting she’s really a guy.

“Right, Peter?” she asked her husband, as if mentally threatening him to agree with her or else.

His dad looked so pressured that Blake thought he was about to faint. Deciding to save his father’s ass, he scoffed loudly, bringing his mom’s attention back to him.

“Whatever, mom. If getting along with her is the only way to get you off my back, fine. Now can I please go back to my room?” he whined childishly at the end.

His mom looked pleased enough and nodded her happily. His dad sighed in relief. Shaking his head, Blake walked back to his room but suddenly froze at his mom’s following words.

“Don’t forget to bring condoms, sweetheart! You’re a hot-blooded young man, and I understand that you men have those ‘urges’ that som–”

“MOM!” he screeched at the same time his dad yelled “AMANDA!”. She just shrugged her shoulders before going back to packing as if nothing had happened.

Blake, very red on the face, furiously slammed the door shut and sighed as he rubbed his temples. He could feel a migraine coming already and his vacation hadn’t even started yet. Not that living under the same roof as Brooklyn was even considered a vacation.

“This is going to be a very long summer…” he muttered before packing as well.