Three Guys Like Me. I Hate All Of Them

Three Guys Like Me. I Hate All Of Them - Chapter 11

Monday.

Monday's suck some major ass.

My weekend was spent with a baby, and two morons. One was my brother, and the other was love sick Ian. Yeah, he managed to stay here the whole weekend. He's lucky my parent's like him.

"Ellody, come on!" Nate yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

I quickly pulled on a black hoodie over my red tank top, and then I was running down the steps to my family and Ian.

"Sorry! Alarm was screwy this morning." I say quickly grabbing an apple, and I turned to Nate and Ian, Ian was just staring at me with lust in his eyes. "What?"

"You're wearing a skirt." Ian said.

I looked down at my red tank top, black plaid skirt, black hoodie, and coverse. "What about it?" I looked up to him.

"You look...So tempting..." He said.

I felt a blush rise, but I quickly pushed it down. I don't need him to know he's the only one who can make me blush.

"Then I am ready for school! Who's driving?"

Ian stepped closer to me, and took my hand. "Want to go with me?" He asked.

Nate looked over and smiled at me. Why? Who knows. That kid smiles at everything these days. A grandma could get slapped by a gorilla and he'd laugh. (A/N: I thought of that and laughed. I'm such a child...)

"Will you swerve?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"I'll try my best not to." He chuckled, stepping closer.

"Not good enough."

He brings his hand up to cup the side of my face, and looks into my eyes. "I won't swerve. You're too precious. Plus, we can't let a scratch ruin that pretty face, can we?"

I couldn't help it, I blushed. To hide it, I stepped closer to him, and wrapped my arms around his waist, hiding my face in his chest. Ian rested his chin on top of my head, and squeezed me tighter to him.

"I swear, that kid is smoother than me when I was his age." Dad says, opening the fridge.

I pulled away, and took a bite of my apple. I leaned on the counter, and Ian followed my actions, then wrapped an arm around me. Butterflies exploded in my chest, and my heart started to flutter.

Damn these feelings. I hate them! Like I hate British Boy.

But why am I letting him touch me?!

I don't know anything anymore. This is so confusing.

"I don't know. You were pretty smooth, Eli." Mom says.

Is it bad that while I was talking to Ian, I forgot about the rest of my family in the room? I swear, a building could be on fire, and I wouldn't know what the hell was going on, all because of British Boy.

"How so, JJ?" Dad smiles at his wife.

"Well..." She thought for a moment, or two. Which ended up being five minutes, then snapped her head up to my fathers playful glare. He could never be mad at her. Mom told me, they only had one break up their whole relationship. "Got it! First day we started dating, you told me you loved me."

"How is that smooth?" He chuckled.

"You told her you loved her the first day dating?!" I asked.

Dad smiled at mom, then turned to me. "It's hard not to love her. Plus, we were soul mates." (A/N: **if you haven't already** Want to know Jane and Eli's story? Check out "Three Guys Like Me, One Is My Soul Mate. Decisions Decisions..." :) )