Roommates with the dickhead

Chapter 8

Tyler's P.O.V

Why are we so stupid

We should've just told her earlier maybe this wouldn't have happened, or maybe we shouldn't have done it in the first place but ut was needed

“Why the fuck are you still not saying anything?” Connor asks Damon after Vanessa storms off.

I'm wondering the same thing.

“Didn’t I warn you guys?”

“Well yeah bu—”

“I told you don't do it, I told you that all this will happen but did any of you listen?”

“Don’t give us that ‘I told you so’ shit, we thought that she was the girl wh—”

“Don’ t use that as a fucking excuse, you guys are going to fix—”

“How okay! She fucking hates us now,” Josh yells, Vanessa most probably heard that.

She's cute when she's angry

“I don't give a damn how you're just going to do it,” Damon has always been that older brother for all of us it's no surprise how he can simply tell us something and we'll do it, well in most cases

“So I'm guessing you're not helping,” Connor asks

“Yeah I'm not,” he says standing up and walking to his room.

“I could always like hac—,” I cut Connor off immediately

“We are not using the same thing that got us into this mess to get us out,”

“We could always write a song,” Josh suggests

“We don't need your dumbass idea”

Write a fucking song he says, he doesn't have a musical bone in his goddamned body, my pinkie finger is musically talented than him.

"Okay fuck that shit, I actually have a decent ass idea,"

Vanessa's P.O.V

So I decided why not look like crap again so after my shower I wore the clothes I had brought in.

A black stripped top paired with black sweats.

Adam wouldn't approve then again I don't care anymore, okay maybe I still do but just a little.

I walk into my room knowing that they are all still in the living room and I oddly feel like cutting off dicks so not a good idea me going back there.

As I open my door I see Damon sitting on my bed typing away in his phone.

Oh for fucksakes

“Get out,” I say crossing my hands over my chest

It is then that he looks up and our eyes meet for only a second before  he runs them over my body and I not so discreetly press my thighs together.

“You’re angry,” he states

Nahh mate I'm fucking happy

“Get the fuck out,” I try to sound intimidating  but I'm failing hard

“Come here,”

I narrow my eyes at him, who does he think he is telling  me what to do in my own bedroom

“Sweetcheeks,” again with that fucking nickname

I walk towards him so that I can twist his ears and throw him out but Damon being Damon he grabs my waist bringing me down, having me crash down on his lap, my face inches away from his.