The jerk in my house.

Hello, I'm your new room mate.

Hey peoples, If you're reading this it probably means you decided to give my story a try. well, THANK YOU , YOU KIND HEART AND SOUL. This is my first time writting. SO really, do forgive me D:

okay enough blabbing. LET'S BEGIN! :D

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I was awakened by the delicious smell of breakfast. Nothing excites me more than food. It's a little unfair I guess, being able to eat like a horse and still remain as tiny as i am. Well, I'm not exactly tiny. I'm just a good 5'6 and a size 2. That's good enough for me, I guess. I quickly jogged down the stairs hoping to be at the dining table before any of my brothers do. I have 3 of them, so when it comes to food it'll definately be one hell of a fight. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and realize I have forgotten to wear a bra. Argh. I looked up the flight of stairs. Do I really want to go up that many stairs just to put on a bra? Well, it's not like any of my brother's friends are here. Besides, I don't think it's that noticeable . Screw it. Food ! here I come.

"Maaaaaaary" I yelled out for my servant.

"What are we having for breakfast?"

I hopped into the kitchen excited by the smell of eggs and bacon. Mhhhhmmmm. By the time I reached the kitchen I was probably drooling.

Great! Daniel (My oldest brother ) is already in the kitchen , he's probably ate everything already. Knowing him and his endless crap about a growing boy needing a proper meal. Well, I'm a growing girl too, aren't I?

"Dan ! You Pig. I swear you better leave some for me or i'll ....I'll...... I'll make sure you don't get to have kids. Yeah. You scared?"

"Nice to see you again too, babe."

I stood there stunned at my brother's response. But until he turned around , only did I realize that it wasn't my brother. It was....Jake.

Why the hell is he here ? In my house? Jake's a guy from my school. The average popular , handsome , boy on steroids type of kid. His family and mine are incredibly close. But me and him, we hate each other. But it weren't always like that. Back when we were kids, we used to be like best friends. We did everything together. We had sleepovers , we entered singing competitions together and we even bathe together. But it was during high school where everything changed. I guess he figured that he was too cool to be seen with me. Jerk.

I looked around to see if his parents were around. Nope, they're not here. So why is he here then?

"Here, let me make this simpler for you. My parents are out of the country for some business project. So they'll be gone for a couple of months. And for the mean time, I'll be crashing with you-"

"Hell no." I cut in before he could finish his sentence.

He stood up and walk towards me, causing me to back up . He put his hands around my waist and pull me close to him till our bodies were pushed against each other and our face only inches apart.

He grinned. Gosh . I always hated that cocky grin of his.

'Why babe? It'll be fun. Just like old times."

I pushed him away with all my strength. It wasn't much but atlease I got him to back up a little.

"Just like old times? HA. Jokes. "

"Right. You're right. We're different now. I mean , look at my muscles"

He pulled his shirt off to reveal a well build ab and arm muscles.

Damn, since when had he gotten so sexy? He was muscular alright, but in a not over the top way. He was just perfect. Well toned and well build. But he's still a jerk.

"Put that away before I go blind."

But damn, all I wanted was to keep starring.

"Ashley! Darling! I've see you have met our new addition to the family." My mom said giving me a morning kiss on my forehead. Gosh mom, why did you do that? Yeah. I see what you're trying to do. Embarrass me infront of the cute boy.

"Why din't you tell me about this mom?!" I asked harshly.

" Well, I din't think it'd matter. I mean we're all practically like family. Aren't we all?"

'No mom, no. You know the story. I told you . HE'S. AN. ASS."

"Language dear. Language." Ugh. The thing i hate the most about my mom. Must she always be such a polite and proper lady? Is it some trend that rich ladies stick to?

'And dear, I know it's going to be hard , accepting him into our family. But it'll be temporary. And for now, would you please bare with it?" My mom said sweetly. How could you argue with that?

"Fine." I sulked and stomp my way to the kitchen after getting a reminder from my stomach that I have yet to take my breakfast.

"Oh, and honey. Please put a bra on."

I crossed my arms to cover my boobs . Immediately, my face turned red. I glanced at Jake, and i see him starring at my chest, wide eyed, smiling.

Jerk.

******** Author's note **********

Okay. so I have corrected all my errors and grammar mistakes with thanks from my friend- Brandon. Grammar Nazi. :P