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Effie Evans

I groaned loudly as a coarse hand grazed my face.

Jesus, my mom needed to moisturise.

I rolled over further into my duvet, pulling it over my head- hopefully passing on the message to my mom that I was certainly not getting up.

"Effie." I heard a deep voice grumble.

Jack. Jack was in my room. What the fuck was he doing in my room? And why the fuck was he touching my face?

Was I about to get kidnapped?

I swiftly removed the duvet from my upper body, quickly repositioning my body into a sitting position.

Not only was Jack in my room at 9am, but he'd also invited his friends to my house.

Johnson stood leant against the doorframe, looking bored and extremely tired, as Sammy stood at my bedside table- taking multiple weird selfies on my phone.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

"Jack! What are you doing? How did you get into my house?" I asked, frowning as I rubbed my eyes.

I was just praying I didn't have bed head and extreme morning breath.

He smirked, placing his hands into the front pockets of his shorts.

"Your mom let us in." He said.

I threw my hands into the air, partly out of confusion and partly out of frustration.

Why on earth would my mom let three boys my age into the house- and into my bedroom?

"So, did you tell her you were an estranged cousin as well?" I questioned.

Jack shook his head. "Well, that wouldn't really work- she is your mom, princess."

I sighed deeply, allowing my eyes to briefly scan around the room to notice Johnson still looking extremely bored and Sammy rummaging through my underwear drawer, pulling out a range of bras.

I rushed out of my bed, grabbing a black lace bra out of his hands and stuffing it behind my back.

Sammy smirked. "C cup. Nice Effie."

Could my morning get any worse? I just wanted to have a normal weekend- get up at noon and lounge around the house all day in an ugly pair of pyjamas.

But what did I end up with? A group of boys standing around my room, touching my freaking face.

I placed my arms over my chest, glaring at Jack.

"What are you doing here Jack?" I asked, once again.

Jack bit his lip, eyeing my choice of nightwear- an oversized t-shirt, that very conveniently displayed 90% of my legs.

I coughed. "Uh, hello. Jack?"

He nodded, snapping out of his trance.

"We're going camping!" Jack yelled, excitedly jumping up and down on the spot.

How can he go from horny ass teenager to excited little kid in a matter of a few seconds?