Heather

Chapter 1

It's Saturday and Ben has decided to come and "hang" at my house under the pretext of it being "play date day." It's annoying because he'd come here anyway even without having to use our kindergarten excuses for seeing each other. If we had kept all the promises that we made back then, we'd be married by now. Thank god we didn't because I'd kill him on our wedding night the man can't stay in one spot when sleeping he moves like a fucking lizard and clings to the closest thing to him, and in the event that we'd have sleepovers like in middle school that thing would be me, and he'd get so hot at night I end up feeling overheated and want to throw him off a cliff.

"What are you doing?" Think of the devil and he'll hear you.

"I'm working on my history project." No, I'm not I'm staring at my blank screen thinking about how I hate sleeping next to Ben.

"No, you're not. You're starting at a blank screen." Can this bitch read my mind? I turn in my chair to stare at this mind reader lying in my bed on his phone. THE BED I JUST CLEAND AND MADE.

"No, I can't read your mind, and I can see you staring at me." Fucking weirdo, first he can read my mind AND NOW he has eyes in the back of his head!

"Stop it, you're obviously not doing your project come lay in the bed with me. It's cold and you look like you're freezing," says Ben turning his head to look back at me, smirking cause he knows his right about me being cold.

"Give me your sweater then, your body is like a furnace I'll get warmed up in no time." I wasn't lying about him having abnormal body heat. Ben sits up to take off his sweater driving up his shirt a little allowing me to see his happy trail.

"Are you calling me hot Mr. Jorden?" This cocky bastard just had to use that deep voice that makes me feel like a vibrator just to mess with me.

"In your fucking dreams Mr. Benjamin," I reply using his same cocky tone. Putting on his sweater was like heaven, it's so warm and big. I sink into his sweater and the bed lying next to him with a happy smile on my face.

"See, you already look happier and more comfortable. You should listen to me more often." you should shut up more often but let's not say that.

"I refuse last time I listened to you I got alcohol poisoning at a stupid girl's party." He's gonna hit me back with the "IT WAS ONE TIME, you have to let that go and forgive me for that, how was I supposed to know that the drink was bad." Told ya.

Before I could open my mouth to tell him about the time, he told me to eat a muffin not knowing he was giving me an edible. His phone rang, his mom. How do I know that, because he has a specific ringtone for his mom. She's probably asking him to pick up his brother from his friend's house because he slept over there last night.

"Hey Jordy, I know that I said that we'd hang today but Mom just called me to pick up Henry, and silently also asked me to babysit. I'm really sor-"

"Go. I'm not mad just tell Henry I said hi, your mom too." I say cutting him off before he goes on his long-ass apology.

"Thanks, you're the best." he gets up to leave but I stop him reminding him.

"Your Sweater." I stared "Keep it, you look better in it than me anyway." and then he ran off. What. The. Fuck. This man just gave me his favorite sweater, is he flirting, ew no. Now alone in the room, I secretly take a sniff of his now my sweater, still smells like him, just him and not his toxic ass Axe body spray. Him.

Hey, and this stays between us. If you tell him I smelled his clothes, I'll kill you. Got it. Now let's actually work on that history project, hopefully, I get done before I get a swamed of texts asking me what we must do for this project and lose all motivation to continue.

By the time I got done with everything it was almost 6. so, in other words, dinner time, just the thought makes me hungry. Well let's go downstairs, shall we? As I suspected dinner is being served and Dad is trying to look like he isn't as excited about the food more than me.

You see Dad, I know I have a dad, in this day and age, it's amazing. Don't get me wrong man's still a piece of shit, I mean we are his second secret family after all, cue Sexyy Red's looking for the hoes. I play that every time I catch him making out with a woman in his car. I've caught the man more times than I care to count. Only reason Mom doesn't know is because he pays me not to tell her and I like living in this house.

Mom on the other hand, just as bad, she left Korea for a man who cheats on her against her parents' wishes, of course, sweet old thing, or at least she would be if she wasn't fucking our neighbor. She also pays me not to tell Dad, and again I like living in this house.

This house is so filled with drama from all sides that it's just waiting to burst out. So, it's fun sitting here every night just watching them pretend like they both didn't just have the best organism of their lives a few mere hours ago.