Hearing someone's voice grow louder and louder, I threw a pillow over my head, and tried to silence the obnoxious ringing sound in my head.

"Shut up Phoenix, I have the worst hangover ever" Hearing the door creak open, I sighed and sat up in frustration. This is why I had asked my mom for a lock on my room, I literally have no privacy what so ever in this house.

Rubbing my mascara-smeared eyes, I focused on the figure in front of me, which wasn't Phoenix at all.

"Tate.. What are you doing in my house" Reaching for my alarm clock on my bedside table, I fell out of bed as there was nothing there to grab onto. This isn't my room, is it?

Scrambling to my feet, I slightly stumbled as my head span around in circles. Looking around at the burgundy coloured walls, I grimaced as I started to remember snippets of the things that happened last night.

This is why I never drink; I always end up looking like a complete idiot.

"Is this your house?" As he walked over to his computer, he sat down on the chair and outstretched his arms. My eyes had drifted to his bare chest and legs.

"No, it's my spaceship, I thought I'd take you for a spin". So he did get sarcasm, he just chose to act like a stubborn tool at times.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, my eyes hadn't removed from his bare chest. I always read stories on how the 'bad boy' had abs like steal, and how his body was always so defined. I always thought it was pretty unrealistic, but damn did that boy prove me wrong.

Suddenly a horrific thought had appeared in my head, making my face turn as white as a ghost.

"Oh my god, we didn't.. You know.. Do the truffle shuffle" his eyebrows furrowed for a second before chocking out a laugh.

"You mean sex, did we have sex?" Cringing inwardly, I noticed how I was in his t-shirt. Wait, he freaking dressed me? The pervert dressed me. Oh god, I'm officially one of those girl I always sneer at.

"No is the answer, your hymen is still intact" saluting at me, he turned back around in his chair and started to type something into his computer. "-Plus, your dress is still on. I don't get kicks out of undressing belligerently girls."

I sheepishly peered down the large t-shirt and saw how my dress was still intact. My pride on the other hand, not so much.

"How do you even know I'm a virgin?" I asked curiously with my arms folded across my chest. I scanned his face as he turned around to face me.

"Because you call sex the truffle shuffle?" We both rolled our eyes at the same time, which caught me off guard. He turned back around in his chair, and carried on what he was doing before I had interrupted.

Sparing a moment to look around his room, I poked and prodded at anything that looked remotely interesting. It was a lot more bare than I thought it would be. There were labelled boxes in the corner filled with folded clothes and items. 

Picking up a picture Frame that was dumped on a pile of books, I saw it was one where their whole family was together; it couldn't have been 2 or 3 years old. They were on the beach each wearing a perfect smile.

Scanning my eyes over Tate's face, he looked content with joy. As if he hadn't a care in the world.

So why was he always acting as if he had a stick shoved up his ass? And how is it that they were all so freaking attractive? It was like they were genetically programmed. Sighing, I placed the picture frame down and looked over Tate's shoulder.

The jerk was skyping people, while I stood here looking like an awkward duckling.

Bumping him off of the chair, he fell on the ground with a thud and a groan, making me smile in triumph.

I recognized the guy on the other end, his name was Jared, I would see him and another guy named Jensen around the school block sometimes. They seemed to always give off this 'we're-too-cool-for-you' vibe.

"Hi Jared, I'm Carmela, Tate's new friend" Tate pushed me away with one hand, sending myself and the chair to the other side of the room. Gliding myself back over in his direction, my hand shot out, as I couldn't control the direction I was going. As I stopped, my fist had accidently connected with Tate's crouch, making him bellow over in pain.

"Anywhoo, What's up Jared" knitting my fingers together, I rested them underneath my chin and stared at an extremely amused Jared. "Tell me, when did Tate become so.... Emotionally unavailable?"

"Did you just punch him in the balls?" Looking towards Tate, he was curled up in a ball on the floor with his hand cupping his crouch; I had to put my hand in front of my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

"Yup, and now he's crying like my aunt Sal while watching the lion king" Jared broke out in a laugh and mumbled to someone in the background that 'The fucker got punched by a girl'.

Soon enough Jensen was in the picture and also laughing at the scene.

"I'm not fucking crying" Tate wheezed. Ignoring him I carried on talking to Jared and Jensen like it was the most normal thing ever. To my surprise, they were actually nice guys.

As Tate stood up, he went over to his bed and picked up my mangled shoes. Throwing them angrily in my direction, he pulled the chair from underneath me and glared his darkened eyes.

"Get out of my house, now" Jensen and Jared had got silent and I swear I saw them eating popcorn.

"What, no shower? I'm sweating like a whore in church Tate" lifting up my arm, I slightly sniffed my armpit and screwed up my face in distaste.

He groaned loudly before kicking his closet. As he glowered down at me, I could tell there was a smirk hidden somewhere on his face. Returning a small smile, he began to stare at me for what seemed like forever.

"Awkward sexual tension" Jensen whispered loud enough so we could bother hear. Tate began to clear his throat and look anywhere but at me.

"The bathrooms through there" he pointed lazily at the door adjacent to us, he still had his eyes on the floor averted way away from me.

Thanking him silently, I exited the room but not before hearing Jared's heartwarming words.

"I like her"

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As I stumbled out of the shower, my squinted eyes scanned the room for a towel but met none. Sighing, I rolled my eyes and reached for the t-shirt I had only rested there 5 minutes ago, but my hand met nothing.

"No no no" searching the room, I patted and lifted everything just to double check that I wasn't turning insane.

That asshole must have come and taken my clothes while I was in the shower, rinsing away my impurities.

Slightly opening the bathroom door so only my mop of wet hair and face was showing, I whispered for Tate's name about 10 times to only be replied with silence. Im sure there's a shirt or something in Tates room, I could run in there quickly and slip one on and borrow a pair of his boxers without him noticing.

Taking a deep breath, I ran through the door and tried to make a b-line to his closet. And because I my friends, am the unluckiest girl on this football of a planet, my naked body had Collided with a wide mouthed Tate.

"Tate!" Trying to cover my body with my small hands, I saw how he hadn't made any move to turn away but had tilted his head to get a better view.

A smile clearly on his face, I quickly jumped in his bed and pulled the covers up to my neck.

"A gentleman would look away" a spat at him.

"Who ever said i was a gentleman?" Chucking clothes in my direction, I saw a pair of girl's underwear and some shorts and a tank.

Looking up at him curiously, he sat on the edge of the bed and smirked.

"I have a sister, you should be the same size?" Nodding my head slowly, I made an 'oh' expression planted on my face.

Looking in his direction, I saw the glint of mischief in his blue orbs.

Why couldn't I have the power of invisibility right now?

Crawling towards me, I leaned further and further back until he was hovered over me.

Reaching his hand over me, he bent down, not breaking eye contact for a second. As I leaned forward a bit, our lips almost brushed before he pulled away slowly, and pulled a watch out from behind my head.

"You were on my watch" slipping it on his wrist, I blinked a few times before closing them in rage.

He did it again, and I said nothing. I just laid there like some feeble girl.

When I opened them again, he was already exiting the room.

"Get dressed and get out" With those final words, he slammed the door and left me feeling empty, once again.

"Asshole"

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Once I was dressed and my hair was placed in a messy pile on top of my head, I grabbed my shoes and dress, and trudged my way down the stairs.

As I was about to open the door, someone had grabbed my shoulder from the behind and span me around.

Looking up at both Evan and Giovanni, I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and gawked at them both.

Unlike Tate, Evan had calming and warm green eyes that made you smile when you saw them. His Chestnut hair hung in small curls, that looked like he had ran his hands through a few dozen times. Giovanni on the other hand had piercing blue eyes just like Tate, it's like they made you feel uncomfortable when he stared at you.

His dirty blond curls sat scruffily on top of his head, and out of his face with a head tie. I wonder if their parents ever think 'our genes are just immaculate'

Laughing nervously, I scratched the back of my head and waved my hand slightly.

"Howdy" Please do not say I just said 'howdy' to 2 of the Capetti brothers. Can the cracks of hell just swallow me up now Orr..?

They both exchanged looks with each other and laughed slightly.

"Hi, I'm Evan" Evan was the first to shoot out his hand, and greet me with a warm smile.

Grabbing it, I shook it slightly, and pulled away before I tried to desperately throw myself at him.

"And I'm the good looking one, Giovanni" Taking my hand, he kissed it 3 times before Evan slapped him on the back of his head.

"What? I was just being nice." Laughing, I awkwardly reached for the door handle but was stopped once again.

"Why don't you have something to eat first, you're probably hungry aren't you?" Giovanni started to pull at my wrist, as did Evan on my other.

Not being able to sum up any words, they dragged me into the kitchen where Tate and Francesca were sitting eating bowls of cereal.

"Eugh, what the fuck is she doing here?" Tate moaned as he saw my arrival. Embarrassed didn't even sum up what I was feeling right now. What the hell did I do to him?

"I was just leaving" Turning around, Evan stopped me with a pleading smile as he mouthed the words 'please'.

Sighing, I mouthed the words fine, and marched towards the table.

"Don't be so rude" Francesca nudged him with her arm. Shooting me a kind smile, she leaned her elbows on the table and held her head in her hands.

"I'm Francesca, I don't think we've properly met" shooting out her hand, I stared at it for a minute and blinked.

Shaking it back, I glanced at Tate who had amusement written over his face.

"Your names Carmela right? The one Tate went to the party with" The one? Excuse eh moi.

"Yup, tis she" I sang, making Tate groan.

"What is your problem" I snapped at him.

"Do you usually act like you're on your never ending man-period, or are you doing this specifically for me?" Behind me I heard Evan scoff, and Giovanni burst out laughing. Francesca seemed to have an expression mixed with confusion, worry, and amusement.

"Specifically for you kitten" sending me a wink, he pushed his cereal bowl forward and stood up from his chair.

"Oh don't I feel so darn special" I muttered under my breath. As he walked by me, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen.

"It was nice meeting you guys, sorry that I can't stop to talk, I'm being dragged off by a crazy maniac" I shouted as we made our way outside.

Shrugging out of his grip, I slapped him on the arm and narrowed my eyes.

"Do you not want a drive home?" He asked with authority in his voice.

I know I was drunk last night, but I remember how he hadn't drove home, so unless he actually had a flying fire breathing dragon, I didn't see any car in sight.

"I have more than one car kitten" He saw the confusion on my face and laughed. My breath hitched as I heard the husky heart-settling laugh I hadn't actually heard him laugh before, well not properly anyway - the whole drink laugh doesn't count.

As he walked into his garage, he backed up a sleek black mustang, which looked like something pulled out from an action movie. My eyes lit up and the sides of my mouth nearly touched the sides of my face

I hurried myself in and sank down into the leather chairs, they even felt like they were from a movie, was I dreaming right now. Pinching myself, I screamed in excitement, as I hadn't woken up. I'm a bit of a supernatural fan, so this has been something I've always wanted to do.

Tate looked down at me like I was some crazy cat lady on the street. Clapping my hands like a seal, he rolled his eyes before starting the car.

As he pulled up to my house, surprisingly he wasn't such an asshole and didn't drive off as soon as I got out, but instead walked me to my door, slowly.

Reaching my door, I quickly pulled him into a hug making him tense every muscle in his body.

"I've always wanted to ride in a mustang, it was on my bucket list." Feeling the vibrations of his chest made me feel comfortable for some reason. Getting an idea in my head, I pulled away from him and stared him in his warming eyes.

Cupping his face, I quickly kissed him before he could say another word. What I didn't expect was him to also kiss back. Pulling away from the kiss, I quickly unlocked my door and slammed it in his face without saying anything else.

How does it feel Mr. Asshole?...

Wait

Did we just....

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