House of Boys

Part 1

You hated him. God, you hated him. He was always there, leering at you like some type of bitter mother-in-law. So fucking annoying.

Your friends were great, but they always invited their other friend, Shawn. He was kind of extra. You know, pretty boy, too-cool-for-school kind of shit. Every party Brian had, Shawn was invited to, forcing you to be on-edge all night because he always had something to say about every little thing you did.

"Having another drink?" He'd ask if you grabbed something out of the fridge.

"Looking hot, Y/L/N. 10/10 would bang." He'd always say that, even though you really stressed that there was no chance in hell you'd ever sleep with him.

"Y/N, you need me on your beer pong team. Someone's gotta help you win for once." This was another common quip, taking a jab at your party game skills, which were actually quite good.

He found pleasure in giving you a hard time. It was a royal shame that he happened to be fucking gorgeous.

You were always able to avoid Shawn enough during the week, having only two classes with him and walking the other way if you spotted him across the green. Weekends were the only annoyance, mainly because he was glued to Brian at the fucking hip.

It was about to get pretty bad, though. Your apartment was under renovations and your landlord was forcing you to find somewhere else to stay for a few weeks, and unfortunately, Brian had an extra room. Temporarily moving in with Brian, Matt, Ian and Shawn would be awful, and you were really hoping to avoid the bitter one at all costs. Hopefully, Brian would throw a bunch of wild parties and you could distract yourself by other people and other activities.

You loaded your bags into your car and drove a few streets over to Brian's student house, dreading the next few weeks but excited to see your friends.

Upon arrival, your heart sank a bit at the sight of Shawn's Jeep—he was home. This meant he would insist on helping you unpack, and probably make a big deal over your panties or bras or something. You parked as Brian came out of the front door, making his way down the driveway to help you carry your stuff.

"Hey, bud! You ready for the best few weeks of your life?!" he asked, clearly excited to see you.

"To live with four gross boys, one of which hates my guts? Yeah, so ready." you responded sarcastically.

"Shawn? He doesn't hate you. He's just... he's different. Don't worry about it." he said, grabbing your duffel bag as you slipped on your backpack, heading for the house. "Anyway, we're throwing a rager tonight, so you'd better get unpacking now." he smiled, excitement radiating off of him.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.