Living with my brothers

Boyfriend?

A/N
Hiii!!!!!
Shout out to Ellise91
She is the super awesome, and I'm claiming her as my co-author, cause she's amazing and gives me great ideas on my book.
I love ya!
Okay, okay, two updates in one day, yeah!
Here goes....
Rose's pov(obviously)
I wake up to Jamison leaning over my bed, staring at me. I scream. "What are you doing?" As I try to cover myself up with my blanket because I don't wear a bra when I sleep. He just laughs and says, "relax, it was an experiment to see if you'd wake up if I just stared at you, it worked!"
"Re-relax? I just woke up to a strange guy in my room freakishly staring at me, and you want me to relax?" I yell at him. Oh, where are my brothers when I actually need them? Useless they are, I tell you, useless! He laughs, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Geez, one, I was your guest at dinner last night, so I'm not a stranger and two, nice chest." He smirks, looking down towards my chest. I look down. My shirt had ridden up during the night, so, like almost my whole chest is exposed to this idiot. I hate my life. I shriek and cover myself with the blanket. He just laughs and says, "get dressed, I'm driving you to school," I growl at him.
I get dressed quickly, glaring at my brothers as I walk out the door with Jamison. They seem to like him. Disgusting.
We get in the car, and immediately, heavy rock music blasts through his speakers. "Oh, hell no," I say, turning on one of my favorite songs, 'Despacito' and start to sing.
Come on over, in my direction, so thankful for that it's such and blessing.
Jamison covers his ears and screams, "it burns!!!" I just laugh and turn it up, grabbing his hand when he tries,to change the station. Then we both look down at my hand wrapped up in his. I awkwardly look up at him. He smiles, not a smirk, but a real honest to God smile. I smile back, his hand entwined with mine still.
We listen to the rest of the song in silence, and then we finally arrive to school.
Tam and Alice and Jackie have a field trip today, so I don't get to see them today.
I can't get Jamison out of my mind, he's just so annoying, but he's got those full lips,
Oh gosh, brain, stop thinking like that!
I'm on my way to class, and late I might add, when Jamison comes racing down the hall, a couple guys not far behind him, screaming, "you're dead, Daniels!"
He grabs me from the empty hall and drags me along with him. He pulls me into a closet and shuts the door.
It's a really small closet. Like, our bodies are jammed against each other. I'm feeling very uncomfortable, but some part of me is enjoying this. Ugh, stupid girl hormones!
I can feel his heart beating fast, as mine is too, for some unknown reason. "Why were those guys chasing you?" I finally ask. "I may or may not have interrupted a dancing session, I mean, imagine the horror of walking into an empty classroom to find two football players doing ballet! Well they were pissed. And I kind of laughed at them too." He tells me sheepishly, ducking his head, but ultimately bumping his head on my forehead. "Um, so why did you take me with you, then?" I ask him, suddenly suspicious. "Well, knowing that you don't you know, like me, I was thinking you'd probably rat me out to them if they asked where I went, so I just took you with me."
"So, basically what you're saying is, I would have been a tattletale, so you kidnapped me?" I ask him, a smile playing on my face. He looks really annoyed. Probably wasn't the best time to do this, as I'm now stuck in a closet with him, but my mouth has a mind of its own. "Listen, yes, it was kidnapping in a VERY minor way, so be nice, and, who wouldn't want to be this close to me?" He smirks. "Um, me." I tell him. His smirk drops right off his face. He puts his hand up in the wall beside my head, leaning in. My breathing hitches as my mind takes me back to that party, where that guy did the exact same thing, right before he attacked me. "Listen, Rose, I don't know what your problem with me is, but if you don't knock that chip off your shoulder, I'll do it for you, understand?" I barely hear him, tears start to flood my eyes, still thinking of the things he could, do to me, still thinking that no one would ever know. I'm so scared.
"Woah! Rose, are you okay? I'm not gonna hurt you, really!" He yells slightly, making me cry even harder. I sink down to the floor, which is a trial, because it involves Jamison awkwardly scooting around as I somehow end up leaning on his legs. He pats my head stiffly, tells me he's sorry. "It's not you, it's just, I've been through a lot Jamie, more than you know, but none of it's your fault. Just old demons making their way to the surface. Don't worry about it," I tell him.
"I know a lot about you, Rose. I've always noticed you, ever since the first day of kindergarten, I've always seen you. I'm sorry that you get into these messes, and I'm sorry that I cause some of them. I know you've been through a lot, we all have. When you wanna talk, I'll be right here," Jamison finishes. I look up at him. "In the janitors closet of the second floor?" I joke, the tears have stopped and I feel a lot better. He laughs a big laugh. The kind that makes you want to laugh, even if you don't know why. I get up and leave saying, "I'm no snitch," on my way out, followed by Jamison's chuckling. I barely make it to second period, after finding like twenty missed calls and various texts from my brothers ranging from, 'please don't be dead in a ditch somewhere' to 'if you aren't dead already, I'll kill you when I find you' oh, how I love my dear brothers. I race into English Literature, receiving a death glare from the teacher as I make my way to my desk. "Nice of you to join us, Miss Bush," my old English teacher croaks. "Yeah, it is," I say back. The class laughs, Mrs. Davis gives me the middle finger. The class laughs again. What a teacher, I think to myself. After a long and horrible school day, I got a text from someone.

Random person: hey, it's Jamison

Rose: what do you want?

Jamison: ouch, touchy

Rose: I'm not in the mood, Jamison

Jamison: well get in the mood

Rose: no

Jamison: baby

Rose: jerk

Jamison: want to go on a date with me, fish breath?

Rose: one, my breath smells amazing, and two, gross. I think I'd rather date your grandfather

Jamison: that can be arranged

Rose: I hate you

Jamison: the feelings mutual

Rose: then why'd you ask me out on a date?

Jamison: .......

What does the mysterious Jamison feel??????
Let's find out!!!
Till next time! ✌️😉