""Uhmm..Where is Steph?" My voice comes out as more of a squeak than I intended. My hands are clenched around the soft fabric of my towel, my eyes keep darting down to make sure the towel is securely covering me.
"I d'know" He mumbles and turns on the small flat screen on Steph's dresser. What is he even doing in here if he doesn't know where she is? Doesn't he have his own room? I bite my tongue, trying to keep my rude comments to myself.
"Okay? Well could you like.. leave or something so I can get dressed?" I realize he hasn't even noticed I am in a towel, well maybe he has but it doesn't faze him.
"It's not like I am going to look" he scoffs and rolls over, his hands covering his face. He has a thick English accent , why is he in Washington? Unsure what to say to his rude comment, I huff and walk to my dresser. Maybe he is gay that's what he meant by "it's not like I am going to look" , either that or he thinks I am ugly. I hastily put on a bra and panties, followed by a plain white shirt and khaki shorts.
"Are you done yet?" he asks. That's it.
"Could you be any more disrespectful? I mean honestly, you're in MY room while I change and you have the nerve to be rude to me? I did nothing to you, what is your problem?" I say, harsher than I meant to but by the surprised look on his face, my words had the intended effect on the tattooed boy.
Just as I think he is going to apologize he bursts into laughter. He looks at me and just laughs. His laugh would be nice if he wasn't so adamant on being a jerk. His dimples pop as he continues to laugh and I feel like an idiot, unsure what to do or say. I don't usually like conflict and this boy seems like the last person I should start a fight with. The door opens and Steph bursts in.
"Sorry, I am late. I have a hell of a hangover" she says and her eyes meet mine then look over at Harry. "Sorry Tess, I forgot to tell you Harry would be coming by." s..." http://wattpad.com/story/5095707
