Bunking With Boys

Chapter 4: Dinner pt.1

Avery's POV

I finally finished unpacking everything on my half of the room. I had a feeling Dawson wouldn't exactly appreciate having my makeup and bras cluttering his side.

Well, maybe the latter he wouldn't mind.

I hear the door creak open and Dawson walks in. He flops on his bed and throws his arm over his eyes.

"Dinners in 10 minutes."

"What are you talking to me for?" I snap. I didn't plan on talking to any of the boys here unless i had to. I was just living here. I'd probably end up spending most of my time in Mona's room. It was weird to think some other girl would be living there now. I didn't like the thought of it.

"I'm not. I'm literally just telling you dinner is in 10 minutes so don't leave." He says staying in the same position.

I don't know what it was about Dawson but he pissed me off. Maybe it was his annoyingly deep and sexy voice or his Hazel eyes which seemed to have a hint of green and were mostly a warm brown or his pink lips which looked quite soft...His existence just annoyed me.

"Oh fuck you Dawson." I say while sending a text to Mona. She was telling me about Axel. In detail. So I sent that emoji dude that was vomiting. It was my literal reaction right now.

"You know you wanna."He says teasingly.

"I'd rather get thrown in a pit of fire filled with tarantulas." I lie. Dawson was a good looking guy and to be honest if he ever came onto me I'm not sure I'd respond in the most negative of ways...
But he was an asshole. So for that I wouldn't fuck him. Right? Right.

He laughs at that. "Lying is a sin Avery."

I roll my eyes to the point it hurts. Without looking at him I raise my hand and flip him off, continuing my conversation with Mona. I'd rather hear about her sex life than have Dawson make jokes about the two of us ever having one together.

"You're cute when you're trying to be a bitch." He says. I'm not sure how to take that. Is that a compliment? Or an insult?

"I didn't know it was possible to insult and compliment someone at the same time." I tell him in an irked tone.

"I'm just that good." He says. I don't even have to look his way to see the smirk on his face.

"You're such a pain in the ass." I say casually.

"Didn't you just ask why I was talking to you? And now you're talking to me. I'm honored." My head snaps in his direction. His arm wasn't over his eyes anymore but instead his hand was over his heart.

"Don't mock me asshat."

All of the sudden, Dawson busts out laughing. "Asshat? That's a new one."

I rub my temples and stare at the floor. "Oh my god..." I say to myself. This guy was giving me a headache.

"Food!" I hear Bentley yell from the kitchen. From what I could tell Bentley seemed to be the responsible one who ran the household.

Dawson jumps up and begins to rush out of our room. He runs down the hall but suddenly his footsteps stop and increase as he makes his way back down the hall.

His head pops in, his eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were stuck in a frown.

"You coming?" He asks.

I snort at that. "No." I say simply. Why would he even ask that? It's not like I was really welcome. All of them were friends and I'd feel like I was...intruding in a sense.

"Why not?" He asks in a clipped tone. Why would he ask that?

"Why would I?" I respond back dryly.

"You live here now which means you eat with us. It's the rules. We always eat dinner together." Dawson says as if I was stupid.

"Who cares if I live here? I don't know any of you and I'm sure I'm not welcome." I say honestly. It was the truth. The sad truth.

"One;we all care. Two;these dinners will help get us to all know you and three;why the fuck would you think you weren't welcome?" He sad lifting a finger each time he named a topic.

I forcefully roll my eyes and use my elbows to prop myself up on my bed.

"Fine. Then I won't go because I don't want to."

"You brought this upon yourself." Dawson says before entering the room and walking towards me.

"What are you tal-" he places a hand on my waist and another on my shoulder and suddenly I'm thrown over his shoulder and being carried away.

I groan in pain from the harsh landing on his shoulder. "Ow!" I yell as I start to hit my fists on his back.

Dawson doesn't seem affected. At all.

"Screw you!" I yell at him in an attempt to make him hopefully feel guilty and set me back down.

"Do you really wanna talk about our sex life again babe?" I hear his laughter and feel myself shake from his shoulder moving.

"I can't with you. I'm done. I just-ugh!" I yell out. He angered me till I was speechless. Good to know.

"Aw, I know you don't mean that." He says in a mock sad tone but he was laughing which blew his cover.

I don't bother to reply to him. There really wasn't a point with him.

"Hey guys." He says casually once we arrive to the dinning table in the kitchen.

"Nice ass." Axel says whistling.

"Fat ass." Keegan mutters but I still here it.

"Both of you can go to hell!" I yell even though I can't see them. "Can you put me down now? The blood rushing to my head makes me feel like I'm gonna pass out." It was true.

Dawson grabs me from under my knees and my lower back and pulls me into his arms, bridal style.

I stare at him incredulously.

"What? Couldn't risk you making a run for it." He says shrugging. Dammit. He was smart.

He drops me in the seat near the end of the table, farthest from the door and takes a seat next to me.

I look down at the plate in front of me. Lasagna. Maybe I could say I'm a vegetarian and leave?

But I loved lasagna.

Food and annoying company or no food...?

Looks like I'm gonna have to suffer a dinner with them.
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Some short banter between Avery and Dawson...*winks* *fails and looks like she's having a stroke*

This really isn't my favorite chapter I've written but i wanted to include it anyways.