MY OBNOXIOUS ROOMIE

MY OBNOXIOUS ROOMIE

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He looked devastatingly mad by the way he was clenching his fists at his sides but didn't let it show on his face. Was I in trouble? Should I run to save my sorry ass? Or Should I just try to explain everything to him? He let out an impatient growl, making me shiver slightly under his intimidating demeanor. "Just fuckin leave from here before I spank the hell out of you." He threatened me. Glaring at me was enough to melt mountains. It took a few seconds for his words to sink in. But I quickly darted out of the room like my tail was on fire once I heard the words spank and get out in one sentence. Why was Blake so mad at me? Ugh Olivia, forget about it. He might be pissed at something else. Unless....... __________________________ Olivia Sanderson is a dumb 18-year-old girl who overthinks about everything and is a total perfect mess. Getting into NYU was her dream come true. So it must be all rainbows and sunshine ahead right? But little did she know that with rainbows and sunshine comes thunder and storm...and her douche ex. What will happen when Olivia will be forced to share her dorm room with her obnoxious ex, Blake Everett? Will they fall for each other again or will the things get even worse than it already was?
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*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

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