Turning Hate In To Love

Chapter 4

 Half way through our second movie, Shaun's phone began ringing. "Hello?" He answered.

Whatever the person he was talking to had said, it seemed to have impressed him as a grin stretched across his face. "Alright babe, come on over. I'll text you the address."

Wait, was he talking about my house? Was he inviting people over?

When the phone call ended, I immediately stepped in. "Are you inviting people over, Shaun?" I asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Not people. A person. There's just one of her," He grinned.

"Why have you invited a girl into my home?" It pissed me off that he thought it was his own home. What gave him the right?

"It's my house too now, cupcake," He smirked. "I'll be taking her upstairs anyway, not in your way. We'll even keep the noise down."

What he said made my stomach turnuncomfortably. Was he implying what I thought he was implying? There was no way he was taking a girl upstairs.

"No, absolutely not," I shook my head quickly, dismissing the idea of it.

"Too late, she's already on her way."

"What the hell is wrong with you!" I yelled. "Don't you know it's disrespectful to invite a girl over to my house. Isn't it terrible Brooke?" I demanded, turning to Brooke.

She raised her hands defensively. "Whoa, keep me out of it, this ain't any of my business."

Before anyone could say anything else, the doorbell rang. Shaun and I exchanged a glance before we both got up together and ran for the door.

"No, let me get it!" I yelled, trying to reach the door first.

Unfortunately having the two left feet I did, I tripped over, face planting the floor. Shaun must have been right behind me as not even a second later, he fell on top of me.

"Get off me you fatty!" I groaned.

"Fine, I will," He said, jumping up and answering the door before I could protest.

At the door stood a tall, blonde girl. Staring at her figure, I realised she was actually pretty hot. I felt a slight twinge of pain at the thought.

I got up off the floor, groaning when my back cracked, bringing their attention to me.

Upon closer inspection, I realised her makeup was not a good look at all. "Jesus, is this your ideal girl Shaun?" I asked sarcastically.

Her face turned into one of disbelief, sneering at me. "You just wish you were as hot as me, you slut!"

"If you're hotter than me and I'm a slut, what does that make you?" I questioned, amused.

I saw red. She was pissed. "How dare you! You stupid bitch!" She began advancing on me until Shaun stepped in front of her.

"Calm down Karissa, I don't want you angry while I fuck you," He smirked.

My jaw almost hit the floor. I expected him to tell her to back off and be nice to me. But of course not. How dare anybody stand in the way of him having sex, right?

That seemed to work as she loosened up and smirked back at him. "Let's go upstairs now baby," She purred, making me audibly gag.

Shaun didn't reply, just grabbed her hand and lead her upstairs, winking at me as he did.

Well, I thought, that was something.

"Wow," Brooke said as I re-entered the living room.