****Jerk**** (On hold indefinitley)

Chapter 4 - Oh, hot damn!

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Urgh...

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Please shut up...

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“SHUT UP!” I shouted, as my hand slammed down on the top of my alarm clock, effectively hitting the snooze button.

“You’re not very nice to your alarm clock.”

I flipped around in my bed to see Jared leaning against the doorway. I glared at him. What was he doing in my room!?

“What do you want?” I asked, turning back around to bury my face in my pillows.

“Don’t you have classes or something?”

“...maybe.” I muttered. Ughhh, That’s right. At least it was only Art Classes. I could not handle any math right now.

“Come on, get up.” he said, and yanked the sheets off of me.

“Hey!” I gasped as he exposed me in just my tank top and underwear. He smirked at my robot panties. What! They were awesome, I HAD to buy them! Matt always made fun of them.

“Your just jealous,” I grumbled, as I bunched myself up in a ball, trying to conserve the warmth. He just laughed and grabbed one of my legs, and pulled me towards him.

“Ahh!! Quit being so grabby, dammit!” I shouted, as he pulled me up against him. As he did this, he carried me over to my dresser, and I proceeded to get lost in his scent. What in God’s name did he have on him? It smelled amazing!!!

“What do you normally wear to class?” he asked, while his smell was still clouding my mind.

“Uh, um, jeans-s, or sweats, and a-a  sweatsh-shirt?” I replied as best as I could. I didn’t dress up for school. There weren’t too many cute guys in my art class, and Matt didn’t like me eating lunch there, so I didn’t.

“Seriously? My God. Come on, where are all your low cut tops?” he asked and started rummaging through my clothes. Ten minutes had past when he had finally gotten an outfit picked. I had to go to class in less than an hour. Oh well. No big deal. I didn't wear makeup to class anyways.

"You don't wear make up to class??" Jared asked bewilderly. Crap! Had I been talking out loud again!? Ugh.

"Didn't you say your boyfriend called you boring? Maybe you just need to make an effort."

I glared at him. Weren't guys supposed to like girls for who they were, not what they looked like? But then again, maybe that was just boring, and you needed to look good to catch a guys attention. Then...if he really cared about me later on, he wouldn't care if I wore make up or not. He would think I looked beautiful without it.

At this, I dropped my angry stare, and sighed. "Yeah, okay...I need to start trying." I admitted reluctantly. Even though I hadn't even been looking for someone to try on. I had had Matt.

"That's the attitude!" he replied sarcastically, and threw the clothes at me. "You--dress, and clean yourself up. I'll make breakfast. What do you want?"

"Can I have cereal? " I asked, as I looked at the items he had picked out.

"Bacon and Eggs it is!" he replied, and left the room. I rolled my eyes, and flopped down onto my bed. My God, what had I gotten myself into.

Fifteen minutes later I walked out to Jared and my plate of Bacon, eggs, and toast.  "Is this all you know how to cook?" I asked Jared, as I shoveled eggs into my mouth.