1. Follow you

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The whole house of Jordan is a total mess. When he came into my room on the second floor and tell me that he want to invite some friends including his bandmates, I was thinking that there will be ten people at most. Of course my brother likes surprising me even in this worst sense of this word.

Now I get back to the kitchen so the only one place, where people didn't manage to do mess. The loud music, some sort of metalcore, rumbling in the whole house including the kitchen. The migraine makes my head pulse with pain. I didn't drink a lot alcohol, but the overwhelming smell of weed and cigarettes makes me feel a little high. I search for a glass in cupboard to pour water, but I can't find it, because all of dishes are dirty or in the dishwasher.

"Try in the upper cupboard over the sink" I hear someone's hoarse voice and turn on the heel.

I look on the stranger, who has must to noiselessly sneaked into the kitchen. Okay, it's weird, but I have the feeling that I know him, but I can't recall his name. You know, the type of bad boy with medium length brown hair and dark hazel eyes with heavy eyelids.

I do what he proposed and open the cupboard over the sink, where I find a few clean glasses. I take one and pour water then I turn over to face the stranger.

"Thanks. How did you know?" I ask, looking over the stranger.

"Men's intuition" I rises eyebrow and notice a glass of whiskey in his hand, when he nonchalantly leans his hips against the kitchen island "Why are you hiding from the rest of people?"

"I'm not hiding. I'm just tired and I'm going to go to the bedroom actually"

"Alone?" He asks, rising his eyebrow.

I glare at him surprised. What does the curiosity in his voice mean? Something in the way he looks at me tell me that he's a self-confident heartbreaker, who just looking for his next victim. I'm not going to be one of them. Despite his long and slim body he is not in my type. I was dating with tenths of boys similar to him, but it's always ended with a catastrophe.

"Yes. Alone" I answer and take a step to pass him, but he grips my wrist and stop me. I turn to him with a furrowed eyebrows "What?"

He looks at me innocently with his big brown eyes.

"I'm just curious what are you going to do alone in Jordan's bedroom" He shrugs, when I free my wrist from his grip.

"And I'm curious why do you care?" I snap at him, trying to finish this stupid conversation, but he blocks my way to the living room. I try to elude, but he is obstinate to stop me. I look up at him.

"You are mean to me. You don't know who I'm, do you?" he attempts to keep on the conversation.

"No, I don't know and I don't want to find out. Could you let me get out from here, please?"

He rolls his eyes and look down at me with a spark of irritation.

"I'm Oliver. I'm bandmate of Jordan" He reaches a hand toward me to shake, but I don't accept it. Actually I'm shouldn't be so nasty to him cause he didn't do anything to me so far. The migraine and exhaustion make me bitch sometimes and it's something that I'm not able to fight off.

"I'm Jordan's sister" I admit, deciding to not giving him my name "We introduced to each other, can I go to my bedroom?"

"You don't give your name, love?" Oliver says with a small smile on his lips.

I give him a glare, hearing that he called me "love".

"Don't call me that. I'm not your love" I snap at him, gritting my teeth.

"I have to call you "love" until you give me your name, love"

I groan and push past Oliver, making my way towards the living room. I hear his steps behind me, but I try to ignore him until he calls Jordan, making all of the guests staring at us.

"Jordan, what's the name of your sister, mate?"

Jordan appears beside us with a can of beer in his hand and a glass of vodka in the other. His goofy smile is a proof that he's drunk.

"Aw, you met Nina?" He grins toward Oliver and then he looks at me, still grinning like an idiot.

I groan again and take Jordan to the side. When we are a few meters away from intrusive sight of Oliver, I punch my brother in the arm. He whines and rub his arm with his hand, giving me a questionable look.

"What was that for?" Jordan whines with a unnaturally high voice.

"Why did you give him my name?" I snap at him trough gritted teeth.

"Oliver is a singer in my band. He is a really great guy by the way"

I sigh, watching from the corner of my eye as Oliver stand a few meters away with a bottle of beer and talking with the rest of Jordan's band. When I'm glancing at him, he catches me out and sends a smug smile. I shake my head and look back at my older brother.

"For me he is just irritating. In any circumstances don't give him my phone number, Jordan" I say seriously and something in my eyes makes Jordan promises me that he won't betray me. I smile at him and tell him that I'm going to come back to my bedroom.

In the way towards the staircase Oliver joins me with a cocky smile on his face.

"What about dinner tomorrow?" he ask, trying to put his hand on my shoulder, but I pat it as if it was a gross insect.

"No" it's the only word, which leaves my mouth.

Oliver sighs, glancing at me with his big, puppy eyes.

"Come on, I know that I sometimes can say something out of the place, but I was really polite to you" He says gently and for a quick moment he looks nothing like a bad boy, but like child asking his mum to buy him a cookie "Give me a chance"

I sigh, looking at him. For a moment my heart melts under the look of his puppy eyes, but in the other hand I don't have a will to date with anybody after my last relationship. I force a small smile and shake my head.

"Maybe you are not as horrible as I thought, but I really, really don't want to go on date with anybody. Sorry, you have met me in the wrong time" with this words I end this conversation and turn away from him, making my way toward my bedroom on the second floor. 

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