[book 01 of the emotionally entangled series]
An attachment between two former best friends was something no one expected, especially from two polar opposites.
Owen Bowers was level-headed, imposing his influence wherever he went. With an unsympathe...
[lol, not really a sex scene, but it's pwetty mature. ps. it's not even between the main characters pahaha]
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Do you ever just get it where you want to crawl into a hole and just die?
Because I'm currently feeling like that right now. Out of all the stupid ideas Darren has ever had, this is taking the mick now. Even kissing another girl the day after he slept with me doesn't sound as stupid as this.
"There is no way in hell I'm bunking with you," I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest, "what kind of idea is that?"
"Oh, come on, it'll sort out everyone's problems. If you sleep in my room, Nicole won't have to sleep on the couch. Surely you're not going to let your own best friend, the person who organised this whole thing sleep on the couch whilst we sleep on comfy mattresses." the cheek of this guy sometimes. I would do anything for Nicole and I love her to pieces, but I will definitely not sleep in the same room at Darren. It's hard tolerating him right now so he wouldn't last a night in the same room as me. He may know how to punch, but I'm smart and quick on my feet.
"Kelly, you don't have to, you know?" Nicole spoke up from where she was stood. She shot Darren a deathly glare that he simply ignored, "I don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"Oh, but Nicole, that's just unfair. You deserve to sleep on a bed for all your hard work." Darren's voice was sharp like needles and to be honest, I'm about to slice his tongue off. He was mocking me, using my friends to his advantage like he does to everyone. God, he's so fucking infuriating.
"I am not bunking with you. I am not sleeping in the same room as that jerk," I told everyone simply. Some of the others avoided my gaze, wanting to not get involved. It was just fucking perfect that Darren wanted to share a room with me. What's he going to do? Fuck me until I'm begging on my knees? Fuck no, absolutely not. I'm done with the jokes and instead of acting mature and sensible about it, he's pushing my buttons like an overexcited kid, "no, I don't want to."
"Oh, come on Kelly. Just get over it because right now, you're ruining this trip for all of us. I've grown to get over it so you should as well," Darren spoke up, his voice low and piercing through the silence. Cassidy stood up and placed an arm over my shoulders in comfort.
Get over it.
That's what everyone fucking says to me. If I was over it, I wouldn't be this pissed off.
