My home is filled with strangers. 

Music blares from god-knows-where, and I stand paralyzed at the threshold. The door is wide open, and the apartment is stuffed to the brim, with stuffy, smelly people. 

Taking a deep breath, I push through the masses of sweating bodies, gyrating madly to the unruly beats that set my heart racing in a oh-not-so-good way. 

People are drinking, playing beer pong, making out on my kitchen counter. 

I'm going to torture him, trust me.

I push and shove at more sweaty bodies. Everybody's drunk, or high. And, my ass is grabbed by a bloody idiot. If my anger wasn't directed at a certain somebody, I would've cut his hand right off. 

Certain somebody, who?

My bedroom door is shut, but I can hear noises from inside. 

I told him to stay out of it.

Mad, I push the door open, only to be greeted with a half naked Archer, with a fully naked woman, doing god-knows-what. 

Right. On. My. Goddamn. Bed.

'ARCHER!' I throw a hand over my eyes, shielding myself from scarring for life. 'GET OUT! GET OUT!'

I think the woman leaves, cursing something in Spanish. But Archer clears his throat. 

'Are you dressed?' 

'What? You prefer I wasn't?'

I sigh and open my eyes. 

Archer kneels before me, extending a box of pizza in my direction.

'I promised you pizza, darling.'

/*\*/*\

'Hey,' Tristan drops a kiss on my lips as he catches me for dinner at TGI Fridays. He laughs, taking the seat across from me. 

'Eating steak every week is not going to help your curves.'

I literally roll my eyes to the heavens. Tristan was a health junkie. For every extra carb he ate, he made sure to work it out of his system. So unlike me, who loves a well prepared steak every now and then.

'Are you insinuating that I'm fat?'

He raises his arms in mock surrender. 'I know to shut up when I'm trapped, so I'm not going to answer that.' He smiles warmly. 'So, tell me.'

I close my eyes. 

The dream I had this evening flits through my mind. Not sleeping probably did it's toll on me, which is why I ended up dozing over last month's financial analytics, and subsequently drooling all over the fine print. 

I shudder, thinking about the monstrosity of Archer's actions. If my dream came true, that is.

But, haha, let's be real. I am not Aladdin with a genie, and I'm definitely not getting my wishes come true. All that came true was an effing nightmare, and that too, once.

It was a freaky coincidence. 

'Archer Miles is at my apartment, right now, possibly defacing my living room.'

Tristan chuckles and leans back in his chair. 'So the devil has arrived.'

'Indeed.' I shudder. I'm just about to rant about how much I fear for my life when my phone rings. I don't recognize the number, but I attend it.

'Hello. Kaitie McBarrow, here.'

Silence. 

And the very next second, I'm cursing the heavens, and running for my car, leaving Tristan to prepone his cheat day and eat my steak as well.

/*\*/*\

I'm livid, angry and all out of my mind when I stand outside my front door. Music blares from god-knows-where like I mentioned before, and the penthouse is filled with people to the brim.

I close my eyes and fist my palms, feeling my nails dig into my skin. The one thing I told him not to do, and he goes ahead and does it. He throws a fucking party as if he owns the place.

Typical Archer.

Well, here's the first reason why I hate him.

I try not to think about how I dreamt all of this beforehand. It's frustrating enough having to deal with an asshole with absolutely no morals from day one, and the remote possibility that I might have superpowers is honestly a bit overwhelming at the moment.

And I hope with all my might that Archer Miles is not having sex on my bed just about now.

That thought springs me to action. I dive headfirst into the sea of drunk people, and wade my way through. I think all of California's population is down in my apartment right now. And I'm willing to bet all my money that Archer has no clue who half the people even are.

'HEY!' I yell at the two people fiercely mauling each other's lips on my kitchen counter. 'GET OFF THE TABLE I EAT CEREAL ON, YOU TWO SHITHEADS! AND YOU THERE! STOP USING MY DUSTBIN FOR UH- JUST LEAVE IT ALONE! AND, YOU GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ASS!'

My bedroom door is closed. I cautiously press a ear onto the wood. 

Please no. Please no. Please no. Please no - 

 A woman moans.

Oh no, he didn't. 

I almost kick down the door, and the sight that greets me is the same as in my dreams. And I don't even bother to close my eyes. 

'GET OUT AND SAVE YOURSELF, MA'AM. HE'S A BLOODSUCKER, AND HE WILL SUCK THE LIFE OUT OF YOU.'

The woman, obviously drunk out of her mind, looks at me in shock. It's in a speed that rivals that of light that she grabs her clothes from the floor and flips a finger at Archer.

'Chupa esto, bastardo.'

I glance at Archer, who shrugs before kneeling in front of me, a box of pizza in his hand. 

'I promised you pizza, darling.'

I glare daggers at him. 

'You and me in five, Miles.'

/*\*/*\

It takes more than five minutes to get all the people out of my house. One hour twenty eight minutes to be exact. To say that my apartment is trashed would be an understatement. There are unthinkable stuff in every nook and corner, even a bra in my aquarium. I mean, say what?

I settle the cleaning company to come around at ten tomorrow, and then fold my arms and regard the devilishly handsome guy smirking at me, like he owned the world.

'You will pay for the cleaning tomorrow.'

More smirking. He hasn't even bothered to throw on a shirt, and as much I hate to admit, his abs distract me.

'I thought we had a deal, Archer.'

'I thought we were to discuss it over pizza.'

I pinch my nose. 'Okay. But that doesn't mean you host a party in my house without my permission.'

He smirks even more. 'You'd make a hot mom.'

'Archer!' My face is hot. 'Ground rules, remember. The least you can do is be civil and show some darn maturity.'

Smirk. Smirk. Smirk. 

What wouldn't I do to wipe it straight off.

'I told you not to go in my bedroom.'

'Shit, that was yours?' He leans back, flexing his muscles. 'I had no clue. But your mattress needs to get some action, sweetheart.'

I bang my fist on the table and stand up. 'Look here, Archer and listen sharp. I tried to give you a chance to start over, but clearly, you don't need it. You are still the same old douchebag from back in high school. And, to be honest, I never really thought you would change. Let me tell you this, Archer - You better find someplace and fast, cause you won't be staying here much longer. Not even if you get my thick headed actress of a mother to adopt you.'

I totally expect Archer to be pissed off, and throw the leftover Fanta right over my head. But, to my absolute surprise, he looks... impressed. Like he was proud that I grew a backbone and stood up to his narcissist self.

I don't wait for him to reply, either. Instead, I stand straighter, and walk away to my room. 

But on my way, I hear him, his voice a mere whisper, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.

'But darling, we are just getting started.'

/*\*/*\