The bad and the broken

chapter 3

*Andrea's POV*

Ugh. What was wrong with him? Had he never washed dishes before? I stood at the doorway to our small kitchen and watched Justin struggle with the pan I used to cook tortillas earlier. It was after dinner, a very awkward dinner, and it was Justin's night to wash the dishes. He had loaded the dishwasher in about fifteen minutes, but it had taken him around 20 just to clean the pan. He dropped the sponge he was using on the ground and the slipped and fell on soapy water trying to retrieve it. I giggled.

"Wha-why-how long have you been standing there?" he asked in total shock.

"Long enough to know you don't know how to wash dishes." I said with another chuckle. "Here, let me help you." I walked over to the sink and took the pan away from him, starting to dry it off.

We stood in utter silence. Soon the dishes were finished, and just as I was about to go upstairs, Justin spoke.

"look, I'm, uh, sorry for being so rude earlier. And I didn't mean to offend you either." He glanced down at his black Jordans.

"Oh, it's ok, I guess."

He smiled, and it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

"You should probably head to bed, school starts at 7:30 and we've gotta be outta here by 7:00 if we want to be there on time." With that I went up to my own room.

Once I was inside, I closed and locked the door. Was I actually falling for him? No way. I knew he was a troublemaker. Bad boys just weren't my type. And he was rude, and just weird. My mother would never approve of him. I mean, she already wanted him out and he had only been here two hours. Sigh. My hair had already tangled back up, so I braided it and put it in a bun. I changed into a XXXL tee shirt and shorts and drifted of into dreamland.

"Justin, don't."

"I have to do this, Andrea, Back off."

"please. I need you. You can't. you'll die." I was in tears now.

He ignored me, walked out of my room, and clumped down the stairs. I heard the front door slam. I was alone. Then an alarm went off.

Beep, beep, beep.

It was my alarm. I sat up in bed. That was officially the strangest dream ever. But I didn't have time to decode it. I walked across the hall and opened the bathroom door. The shower was on, but I assumed it was my mother.

"I thought you left at 6:00, mama." No answer.

Ok fine. I decided to scare her in the shower. I walked up to the curtain.

"BOO!" I screamed as I peeled back the curtain. But it wasn't my mama. It was Justin.

"ANDREA!! WHAT THE HELL!" he tried to cover himself with his wash cloth, but dropped it in his haste.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry!" My eyes got larger and I couldn't move. Dayum. Six pack. And that ass... he was perfectly toned in every place. I also noticed another thing. Tattoos. That, I had to admit, was really sexy. Just as he began to stand up I snapped out of my trance. What was I doing? I ran back to my room and slammed the door.

*Justin's POV*

I waited patiently in the living room for Andrea to finish getting ready. To be completely honest, I really wasn't that embarrassed when she walked in on me. I'd been going to the gym since I was 15. I really didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. And my tattoos...I didn't really give a damn if Andrea liked them. Tattoos were the only way I could express my self. But I was going to have fun with this. I wasn't ever going to let her live this down. Just then, She appeared at the top of the stairs. As soon as she saw me, she blushed. That was actually kinda adorable. And her hair was a lot wavier than yesterday. The brown really brought out her hazel eyes...wait what? I need to stop doing that. She might start thinking I like her or something.

"Aye, you ready to go?" I looked at my watch and pretended not to have noticed the blush. "Or did you wanna check me out again?" ha. This was going to be good.

"Shut up." She pushed past me and out the door. I followed her and caught up.

"You walk really fast."

"only when I'm mad."

"You must be mad a lot." She shoved me.

Ten minutes of silence later, we arrived at school.

"the office is on the first floor. Good luck." And with that, she walked of fto class, leaving me alone in a hallway of kids I didn't know. my worst nightmare.

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OMB I have soo many ideas. Dont forget to comment if you have any questions. I'll try to update everyday if possible. Photo is of Andrea's house.

k bye

-shaienne