What's Up With The New Kid??...WHOSE LIVING IN MY HOUSE??

What The F

I could be a pretty girl; but being pretty isn't really my forte. I have brown, curly hair that reaches my stomach and hazel eyes. Some people call me emo. I'm not emo I just like black. Black nails, black hair, black clothes, black rooms. I don't really give a fuck about people or their opinions.

The person who truly knows me? Well you just met her. Jasmine Richards. She's not emo nor do people think she is. Actually, she hates the colour black, pink is her favourite colour. Born on July 22, 1993 she has the exact same birthday as me. At the same hospital too, so it's like we were made for each other.

And who am I? Jacquelina Simmons is the name. But call me Lina because the name Jacquelina sucks (pm: No offense to anyone named that). But enough about me, back to the story.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!" I scream. The guy jumps off my bed and runs to my closet, shutting the door behind him. What the hell?

I walk to my closet and turn the knob. Damn. It's locked.

"Excuse me, but do you mind opening the door and getting the FUCK out my room?!" I ask as I bang angrily on the door.

"Give me a minute." A voice yells back.

It doesn't take him one minute; it takes him five. As the guy opens my closet door, I see a better view of him. He has light brown eyes, olive skin and black hair. But I could have sworn he had dirty blond hair before he ran into my closet. Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me. "Can I help you?" He asks. Is this guy fucking serious?

"Yes. I need you to tell me why the fuck you're in my room, and then you have to get the fuck out."

"Wow. Such language." The guy has a fucking British accent; a very sexy British accent. Ugh, no focus Lina! There's an unknown guy in your room.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes. "Anyways, your mom said I could stay here."

I look at him. "My mom?" He nods.

I pass by him and run down the stairs to my mom who has somehow changed into a cocktail dress. "Hi mom. Guess what?" "What?" She asks ignoring the fact that I’m being sarcastic.

"THERE’S A GUY IN MY ROOM." I yell.

"I know." She shrugs, as if it’s no big deal.

"You know? What the fuck? Did he get lost on the way to YOUR room?"

"I tried to tell you before but you rudely interrupted me and ignored me."

I roll my eyes. "So, why is he in my room?"

"Cause the guest room isn't ready." I can barely hear her properly since she’s applying lipstick, and her words are coming out a bit muffled.

"Is he going to be my new father? Cause, if so, he's too young for you." She glares at me angrily.

I hold my hands up protectively, "Hey, I'm just saying. It's practically rape!"

"No I am NOT marrying him. His mother just asked me to watch over him and I said yes."

"But why can't she look after him?"

"Look it's a long story and I don't have time. I have a date."

I fake gasped. "Oh my gosh. You out on a date is so totally shocking." I say sarcastically. If looks can kill, man.

"Ha-ha, very funny. I'll be back at midnight. Order some pizza for you and Josh." I raise my eyebrows. Josh? "The kid in your room." She explains. Oh.

She turns to leave. "Wait." I call out. She turns around. "How long does he have to stay in my room?"

"Only for tonight, the guest room will be ready by tomorrow."

"Oh, and be nice to him." She adds on as a second thought before she turns to leave the house.

Ha! Not a chance. When I hear the unmistakable sound of a car being pulled out of the drive way I run upstairs and in the direction of my room.

I normally do the exact opposite of what my mum tells me to do so, Sorry Josh, but meet your new enemy.

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