Opposites Attract~~ Bad Boy Love Story

"Hey, Parker..." a deep voice said beyond my closed eyes. 

*Poke*

"Parker..." 

*Poke*

I scrunched up my nose and turned over towards the wall where they couldn't jab me in the face with their finger. 

Suddenly two hands grabbed my shoulders and shook me like a rag doll. 

"I'M AWAKE!" My eyes flew open to see the face of my older brother Jase. "What the hell! Are you trying to give me brain damage!" 

He just smiled smugly at me like the shit he was. "You have an hour before we have to go to school and strut our stuff, baby doll. And I know how you take forever to get dressed and make yourself look puuurrrrddyyyy..."

I rolled my eyes at him and sat up my black and neon orange comforter fell off of my upper body leaving me exposed to the cold elements. I shivered. 

"Now c'mon girlfriend, get your ass up and get ready to get bombarded by hoes and man-sluts!" he exclaimed dramatically. Then he tried to walk like a supermodel out of my room. Key word... TRIED. 

I laughed out loud and slid out of bed. Then slowly but surely I slumped into the bathroom. 

When I turned on the water in the shower I didn't even care if it was scorching, Satan hot. I bounced about on the balls of my feet muttering curses to myself until I got used to it. 

I scrubbed my long dark brown locks with my vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner then shaved my legs and armpits. 

After having an internal conflict with myself about getting out of the warm, amazing shower into the cold air of the great beyond... AKA outside of my shower... 

I sighed, turned off the hot stream of water, and hopped out wrapping myself in a plush green towel. 

"Parker, Parker... What should you wear today?" I said to myself smiling. 

And you are probably wondering why my name is Parker, a guy's name. Well, my dad has a sick sense of humor so he named me Parker and my twin brother Mackenzie. That little fucker wanted life to suck for us. 

I slid into a nude lace thong and a matching push up bra that made my C-cups look close to a D-cup.  

I ended up picking a pair of acid washed skinny jeans with rips from my upper thigh all the way to my ankle with a tight neon green t-shirt with a little bit of cleavage but not a lot to make me look like a whore. I slid on some all black chucks with some Ed Hardy designs littered across the shoe.

"To the vanity!" I yelled. I don't know why I yelled, but It was fun and I planned on doing it again soon. 

I sat down at my mirror and dried my hair. Then I curled it loosely around my head. I doused that in hairspray then inspected it. When I was happy with the poof it gave me and the intricate curls I moved on to my makeup. I powdered my face with bronzer and foundation, dabbing a little baby pink blush over my cheekbones. Opening my liquid eyeliner I gave myself a thick eye liner that wings out at the ends. I swiped on some mascara then put on some clear sparkly lip gloss.

"God DAMN I look good!" I said checking myself out in the mirror. 

"Parker! Time to go!" Mackenzie yelled from downstairs. 

"Ugh, buzz kill..." I groaned. I grabbed my phone and ear buds and my neon rainbow one strapped backpack. 

I skipped downstairs and found Mackenzie and Jase at the front door waiting for me.