Rosalie
I wake up with a pounding headache. I roll over onto my back, and end up rolling onto a bare chested guy! What the actual fuck happened last night?! I shake the tall, tattooed boy to try to wake him up.
He groans in a deep raspy voice, "What, baby?"
"Don't fucking call me baby, what are you doing in my bed?"
I look down at myself and see that I'm only wearing a t shirt I don't recognize. It must be his.
"Is this your shirt? Please don't tell me we fucked." I groan.
"I wish lil mama, but you were drunk and I couldn't take advantage of you. We just made out a bit and I touched your ass a few times. Oh, and we grinded on the dance floor. You were totally into it. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Nate by the way," he moves closer to me.
"Well okay then fuckboy. How did I end up in your shirt and why did you sleep over?"
"You fell asleep in your dress and your heels and looked really uncomfortable, so I changed you into my sh-"
"You took my fucking clothes off? What the hell you perv?" I interrupt.
"I didn't look, okay," he mumbles.
"Sure you didn't. Just get out."
"Can I have my shirt back at least?" He smirks.
"As if I'd take it off in front of you. Bye fuckboy," I shove him to his feet and he puts on his khaki shorts. He walks out the door and then peeks his head back in saying,
"Oh, and you have nice tits by the way Rose."
"UGH!" I groan and throw a pillow at him.
~Later in the day~
I decide to go out to lunch with Jasmine and Johnson to tell them about my fuckboy encounter. I sit in a booth across from the couple at our local Panera. I eat my Caesar salad and sip my green tea as I tell them the story.
"Damn Rosalie. Someone's taken a liking to you," Johnson says.
"Yeah, but he sounds like kind of a dick," Jazz adds.
As if on cue, "Nate" walks into the restaurant. He notices me, and slides into my side of the booth. I scoot closer to the wall.
"Yo, Nate wassup man," Johnson says, doing the bro shake thing.
"Nothin much man, nothin much."
Hold up.
Jack and Nate are friends?
I shoot Nate a disgusted look.
"No way!" Says Johnson, "you never told me my boy Nate was the one from last night, Rose!"
I continue to glare at Nate.
"Yup," he places his hand far up on my inner thigh, "we had fun."
I smack his hand away. He has
no right to do that.
Nate
I place my hand on her inner thigh, hoping for a reaction. Sure enough, she smacks my hand away and I grin. That was all I needed.
"Aight I better get goin to Sam's. Later bro," I wave to Johnson, "bye baby."
I peck Rose on her soft, plump lips and quickly jump away, knowing she would try to slap me or something. Just as I suspected, her hand misses my cheek by a quarter of an inch and I walk away.
Rose
The little shit just kissed me. You can't just do that.
"I think you and Nate would be good together,"says Johnson, once Nate dodged my slap and walked away.
"Yeah Nate's pretty hot," Jasmine suggests.
Johnson shoots her a look.
"Not as hot as you," she corrects herself and kisses Jack on the cheek.
"Ugh, face it guys he's a jerk. He tried to touch me under the table and then he just kissed me without my permission!"
"Rose, you're gonna have to get used to stuff like that. That's how guys try to hit on you."
"Come on, you've got to at least give him a chance. That was pretty cute how he kissed you. He seems to really be into you," Jazz argues.
"Yeah, he'll be really into me until he gets into my pants and leaves me."
"So you're saying you'd let him into your pants?" Johnson teases.
"Shut up. I mean yes, he's hot but I'm not easy like that."
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