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1 shot 09. We dont even like each other?

I was getting ready. For what?

To lay in bed!

I was curling my hair, and I didnt have any makeup on. I dont understand why I do my hair and not my makeup but whatever!

I was also on a school trip. And I was assigned with my enemy, Tom!

I cant lie, he is very attractive, but so mean!

He was such a player, it was so just..

Ew. You know?

I don't even know why we are on this school trip, let alone have roommates. Apparently its to prepare us for the "real world."

"Real world," My ass.

Anyway!

Just as I get to the left side of my hair, Tom emerges randomly from the bathroom.

Did he have to take a shit??

"Good morning?" Tom says, almost unsure??

Your talking to me, bitch?

"Hm?" I mumble, clearly taking more interest in my hair rather than that thing.

Do you ever just get tired of hearing your own voice?

Tom chuckled softly, running his hand down his face, chewing on his lips as he approaches me from behind.

My insecure ass didn't have makeup on, oh my gosh.

I stare at him through my vanity, my eyebrows furrowed further.

"Your beautiful without all that.. Makeup." Tom mutters, pointing to my face.

My cheeks grow warm, though I chose to ignore it as I raise a brow, hesitant to this conversation.

"Thanks? I think?" I raise the side of my lip in confusion as I put the curling iron down that was still on.

Tom shakes his head, muttering audible wordd, leaning against the wall next to me.

"You know, I dont hate you that much." He mumbles, his hooded hazelnut brown eyes filled with something genuine ??

I finally turn to look at him before looking away, the tension and awkwardness was thick.

"Um.. We don't even like each other like that?"

Shivers shoot down my spine as Tom pulls my long honey blonde locks to my other shoulder, showing off my bare neck and shoulder.

I grow embarrassed, lowering my head as I fight awsy the urges of punching him in the face.

"You have it twisted, 'dar." He mutters quietly, pressing his lips to my name.

I feel my insides shutter.

"Do something, damnit!"

No.

I tilt my head to the side, shaking it slightly.

"Your mean. To everyone.." I whisper, a soft gasp emerging from my lips as he gently suctions his lips on my neck, sucking gently.

"Hmmm? I cant hear you~" Tom teases me, moving his head down to my collarbone.

Oh my fucking gosh. I hate and love this at the same time.

I move my arm forward on my vanity.

Stop being fucking hard headed.

"I..I said!" Just as I was about to speak, I felt something burn my arm.

"Ouch!" I yearn, looking at the burn scar from my curling iron.

Tom pulled away from my neck, that signiture falling upon his lips like always.

"Oh, I hate you!" I yell.

Tom laughs like it is the funniest thing ever, shaking his head as he begins to walk away from the room.

"I cant lie, you taste good though.

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