Playing the Bad Boy's Game

Chapter 1 ↬ The Morning Fiasco

It's official.

Call up Seventeen Magazine and tell them I have a new and improved, "Most Embarrassing Moment".

One that involves a bed (don't go there, you sicko), lots of drool and a guy thats much too attractive for his own good. And no, its not your typical, "I stuffed tissue in my bra and my crush found out," situation, this one is much, much worse on a personal level.

And it's all because of my stupid house's renovation. Let's rewind to yesterday - where the chain of absolute horror started - shall we?

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"That's the last of it," Dad closed the car trunk and nudged the last of the many suitcases towards our house - our newly renovated house that is.

"Ooh, Arnold, the house looks lovely on the outside already!" An excited, perky voice sounded. That would be my mom. She jumped up and down, her soft brown ringlets bouncing along with her ecstatic movement.

I rubbed my eyes and got out of the car, hauling my mauve duffel bag along with me. The drive from the airport to the house took so long, my legs fell asleep - quite literally - and they were numb to the bone. I half walked, half stumbled towards the pile of suitcases and held on for balance.

Mom turned to me, her eyes twinkling with delight and her smile reaching all the way to her ears. "Elena, what do you think of the house?"

I squinted from the bright sunlight as I quickly scanned the white house and the houses beside it. Same grey tiled roof, same cream windows, same double glass doors.

"Honestly, I don't see a difference."

Mom gave me a frown in which I responded with a shrug. "What? It does look the same,"

But she quickly dismissed my lack of interest and turned back to face the house. "Go wake your brother up and tell him to come out."

I groaned. He should wake his own annoying butt up. But I managed to stifle my comment and made my way back to the car nonetheless.

"Alex, wake up." I said to my older brother, slightly annoyed. He moaned and switched to his side, turning his back to me.

"Alex," I nudged him, in hopes that he would get the message and get out, but he slapped my hand away. Oh that does it, I thought as I exhaled and brushed the hair out of my face.

"Alex, get your lazy butt out of the car already!" I ripped his earplugs out and smacked him - with quite some force, might I add, - and that finally got his attention. He shot right up, his golden brown hair tousled and messy. When he realized what had happened, he glared at me through the slits of his narrowed eyes.

"The fuck was that for?"

"For being a lazy ass-"

"Alex! Elena! Watch your language," Mom turned and gave us both disapproving looks. "Now hurry up and get in the house."

Shooting me a scowl, Alex got out and slammed the car door.

Jeez, such a diva.

When we first got into the house, we spent at least fifteen minutes gapping at the wonderful changes made to the interior. I have to say, the designers did an amazing job at this renovation because everything looked ten times better than it did before. For the first time in the span of two months, I finally appreciated this renovation project.

After exploring all the new advancements made to the house, we brought our belongings up to our own rooms.

"Alex," Dad called out to my brother who was halfway up the staircase holding his luggage. "Help your sister with her suitcase when you're done, okay?"