❂sunshine❂

❂one❂

"Finally." I sighed in relief. A hot shower was exactly what I needed. I ridded my body of the cloths I've been wearing all day, and stepped into the shower.

I turned the knob, releasing the steamy water. I stood there letting my body get used to the temperature, also to get my hair wet.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle, squirting a generous amount in my hand. I scrubbed the lather until it turned white, actually scrubbed until I heard a noise.

I peeked my head around the curtain, "Diego! I'm taking a shower!" I screamed.

"And I'm taking a leak. Our observant skills are on point today." He answered sarcastically.

"Why did you go to the one down stairs? I'm naked!" I growled.

"I couldn't wait. I had to go!"

"You just wait, I'm gonna kill you!" I hissed.

"What's stopping you from doing it now?" He laughed, flushing the toilet.

"I'm naked!" I said obviously.

"We both know I'm comfortable with nudity, sunshine."

Sunshine.

He knew that drove me crazy.

Of coarse he was comfortable with nudity, the boy had a body like a god. I was jealous how his Hispanic background, from his mother, gave him the perfectly tanned skin all year round. He had toned muscles, one of the upsides of being on the football and baseball team. When our team won championships last year, he streaked the whole field. Which won him a week's expulsion, the he claims was totally worth it.

"Don't you think you've done enough to me today?" I glared at him, gripping the shower curtain tighter. Only if he had some x-ray vision, could he see through this curtain, but it still felt like he could see me.

"Oh I haven't even got to do what I want to do to you yet." He winked reaching for the tap.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle, throwing it at his head, but my with my terrible aiming, I missed. Lucky bastard.

"You almost hit my head!" He snapped at me.

"That's what I was going for you idiot!"

****

I had eventually finished my shower about ten minutes ago. I spent five minutes out out of that ten making sure that creep didn't come back in.

I stomped into Elliot's room. Where him and Diego sat on his futon, headsets on.

I crossed my arms. If my stomping wasn't enough, I coughed violently. Who am I kidding, they can't hear me, they're playing Call Of Duty.

I marched farther, planting my feet in front of the TV.

"Why do you look do pissed?" Diego glanced from the screen for a spilt second, a smirk plastered on his lips.

"What's up sis?" Elliot paused the game.

"I would appreciate it of you made that fucktard go home!" I growled. I was so tempted to flip Diego the bird. "Not only did he feel the need to embarrass me in front of Danny, he also thought it was cool to creep in the bathroom whilst I was taking a shower!"

Today was just getting worse. This morning I got my grade on the science papers I had spent a total of 11 hours working on, just to find out I got a big, fat F on. Then at lunch, I didn't have enough money in my account to buy I flipping sandwich, so when Danny asked me to sit with him at lunch, I was ecstatic.

We were sat arm to arm, and he was just about to feed me a bite of his food when the god damned thing that is Diego Reed had to get between everything. Literally. He pulled at chair between us. Then he told him about the time I peed my pants on the Ferris wheel when I was twelve.