Living with a Jerk

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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"Naomi..." I heard someone whisper my name but I chose to ignore it. I am seriously not in the mood to get out of bed. "Naomi." They said a bit louder this time. I mentally slapped whoever kept saying my name, hoping that would get them to leave. No Such Luck.

"Naomi Carter!"

I jumped up by the sudden outburst and screamed. The sudden movement caused me to get tangled in my sheets and fall off of my bed.

"Shit, darling are you alright?" I heard my father say.

"I'm fine dad. Thanks for the rude awakening by the way."

"Anytime." My father said with a cheeky smile and then helped me up. "Now go get ready for school. Today is the first day of your senior year!"

"I know dad." I said flatly and then sat on my bed.

"Oh come on...aren't you happy? It's the last year of high school. No more detentions-"

"I have never gotten a detention."

"Yea but I'm speaking for most teenagers here. Anyway, I'd be downstairs when you're ready. Don't take too long." Then my dad was out the door. My father is a thirty three year old man. He looks even younger though. He and my mom had me when they were in high school, so that explains why my dad is so young and have a seventeen year old daughter. Sometimes when we go out some people think we're a couples, and to say that it's embarrassing and awkward is an understatement. I must admit though, my dad is really handsome. He has brown hair and emerald green eyes. I got my looks from my mom but I got my dad's eyes. My mom was a very beautiful woman. She had dirty blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She's really, really beautiful. Sometimes when I invite my friends over, Jasmine always talk about how hot my dad is and Logan always blabbed about how hot my mom is every time they each walk past us. I sometimes get disgusted by my best friends because come on, let's be real here, they're talking about my parents for Christ sakes. Then the tragic thing happened. My mom died.

Logan was really devastated...almost as much as me because he really like my mom. Not in the romantic way though. He saw her as a hot mom away from home. One day he said that even though I look exactly like my mom, he's not going to be drooling over me. He said, and I quote 'it would be weird to drool over my best friend."

When he told me this BS, I gave him a flat look, and my exact words were 'Oh so drooling over your best friend's mom isn't weird at all." He just rolled his eyes at my reply and said that it wasn't his fault that my mom was hot.

Running my hands through my hair with light brown streaks, I sighed. I then got off of my bed and got ready for my first day of senior year. I'm not the type of girl who cares about how everyone thinks of them. I don't cake my face with makeup and wear six inch heels to school. The only thing that I kind of actually care for his my hair...most of the time. As I scanned through my closet, I decided on white skinny jeans, purple spaghetti strap vest with black leather jacket thrown over and my black flats. I grabbed a rubber band and tied my hair into a messy ponytail. Sighing, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

"You cleaned up pretty well kid." My dad said as he put his cup of what was once coffee into the sink.

"Thanks, and I didn't even try." I stated smugly, but in a kidding way.

"You remind me so much of your mother." My dad said then smiled at me, a proud glint in his eyes. "She never tried and she always looked beautiful. She was so brave and charismatic and stood up for what she believed in...Anyways, let's get you to school."