I pop some gel in my hair and I'll deny it if anyone asks but I am a little excited to see my little Canadian poutine queen. Elena. That girl is the most gorgeous create I've ever seen since Cheryl Cole. I mean Cheryl Tweedy. Cheryl Fernandez-Versini. Cheryl Payne. Just Cheryl. Anyway, I head out of my bedroom with a little smirk on my face because I can't stop thinking about Elena walking in on my twin fucking his new side hoe and her thinking it was me. So adorable. That look on her face when she saw me. It was like she saw the ghost of her father.
I walk down the stairs and I am stopped by my father who looks angry. If I had to describe my dad, it would be fairly simple. Eyes like mine, basic blue. Dark grey hair is the best way I could describe his mop, just grey, but you know there are fifty shades of them. Hehe. Anyway he looks like an older grumpier version of me I guess. I hate that I look like him but all I hope is that I don't grow up to be exactly like the grumpy bastard.
'How can I help you... Father?' I ask and he looks pissed.
'Where are you going son?'
'The moon,' I say sarcastically before he rolls his eyes , 'I'm gonna take Elena to get some poutine then some fro yo.... Why?'
'No the fuck you're not,' My father says and I am stunned a wee bit. Why is he so mad?
He continues, 'I swear to God son if you take that girl out I will make it my mission to ruin her and her mothers' lives. I will kick them out, unemploy them and I swear son, I will ruin them. They will be begging on the streets when I'm done.''Dad, you're being simple ridiculous?! Why can't I see her? I like her, she's beautiful and smart and I... I don't know.'
'Don't test me Rooben. I will destroy her. Don't try me.'
I pull past him but he grabs my arm.
'Stop this shit now. You think you're good for a good girl like her? No my son. No. You're not. Break her heart and let her find a nice guy.' He continues and I walk back to my room and slam the door and grab my iPhoneX100 and start SnapChatting some girl I used to caress called Stephanie.
I hate my life.
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Just For The Summer: Book One
RomanceElena Rodriguez is your typical seventeen year old Canadian beautiful poor girl. Her dad is dead and her mom is the cleaner for Canada's richest family; the Antonopoulos'. When Rooben Antonopoulos, the son who was sent to boarding school in England...