Forced to be with the BadBoy

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Summer's POV
I take a quick ten minute shower, well as quick as ten minutes can be.Then I rush out the bathroom and towards my room. I hold onto the towel that's just barley coving me.

"Jordan you better have picked out a dress for me by now or else I'm literally going to beat you because I don't have time to put an outfit together." I say as I walk into my room and see a dress on my bed.

Jordan walks in and whistles. "Damn Summer I wouldn't mine seeing this view every time I walked into your room." I turn around and I smack Jordan's shoulder.

He chuckles "Aw come on Summer you know I'm just messing with you. But if I didn't swing for the other side I would sure find you quite bang-able."

My face cringes when he says that. "First of all bang-able isn't a word and second if you wanna complement you best friend, don't say that she's bang-able. I wouldn't mind if you called me the hottest person on the planet." I look at him and I smirk.

"Oh Summer I would never call you the hottest person on the planet because you aren't. You might be the second hottest person on the planet because I'm the hottest person on the planet." I hit him again as I grab my dress.

"Turn around Jordan." I say as he groans. I turn my back to him making sure that he won't see anything.

"But I don't even like your kind. Plus I have seen you naked before. What's different now?"

I chuckle as I drop my towel and I put my dress on. The dress wasn't super fancy but it was semi-formal. It was a white dress that had red roses all over. Roses are my favourite flower. It was tighter on the top and it was flowy from the waist down.

"What's different now is that I have boobs. The last time you saw me naked was when we were like five. Plus I don't think anything change since for you. Because I'm sure your little friend down there is still as small as when you were five." I turn around and I grab my hair dryer.

Jordan turns around and looks at me with a frown. He holds a hand up to his heart."Wow Summer that was a low blow. You have really hurt me, but I can assure you that my so called 'little' friend isn't so little. I mean if you wanna see just how big he is I'm fine putting on a little strip show for you. Getting on my inner magic mike." He grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off.

I roll my eyes and then close them. "No no no, you don't need to show me. I don't wanna Jordan junior.Not now, not anytime ... Ever. Now put your shirt back on."

All I hear is him chuckle as I open my eyes and see that he has his shirt back on. I let out a breath of relief. "Summer if your so effected by my body I mean I just should be shirtless 24/7 around you."

"In your dreams, I just wanna see all your fat rolls when your shirtless. Now can you help me curl my hair while I do my makeup." I say as I walk over to my vanity counter.

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm your personal fashion designer and personal hair stylist. But I will help to make you look hot as fuck." I roll my eyes and sit down. He comes behind me and I elbow him in the gut.

"Don't swear. And you'll always be my person hair stylist and designer."

I on a light amount of makeup as Jordan puts loose curls in my hair. My hair is naturally straight, I rarely curl it but only for special occasions. And if my mom says that their is going to be life changing news, than this must be a special occasion were I curl my hair.

About 15 minutes later, a whole lot of arguing with Jordan and a spray of rose perfume I'm finally ready. I look down at my phone to see the time and it's 5:32. "Oh shoot I'm two minutes late. Jordan go down stairs and find me shoes, I need to grab my purse." He nods and walks out my room.