My Bestfriend is a Jerk

Chapter 2

“How?” he asked, becoming more engrossed in the conversation

“Because you have no feelings for me” I mumbled sadly as I stood up

he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it again “Look if we were 14 again and a boy wanted to ask you out I would let him”

“I was tall and awkward with bad hair and braces! No one wanted me!” I put my hands on my hips as he smirked that devilish smile of his

“But now you're 17 and you have curves, legs -you know everything” his eyes rested on my chest “everyone wants you and I know what boys want”

“Matt!” I snapped my finger wildly “my face is up here!”

He shook his head wildly “W-What?”

I groaned smacking my head “I let you fuck any monkey you want, let me have fun too”

His face softened as he gave me a soft smile to match

“You'll have to kill me first” with that he grinned and threw himself onto my bed

I sighed giving up and changing the topic “Matt, I'm going to take a shower when I come out I want you gone.”

“There's no one home, who will entertain me?”

“One of your many sluts” I picked up my towel and slung it over my shoulders, then I bent down and picked out some underwear

“Why are you taking out your best bra?”

I turned around and stared at him in horror, his head was now propped up on one hand as he eyed me suspiciously “How do you know this is my best bra!?”

He smiled and winked, tapping his nose “Now why are you picking that one out when you are staying at home, in this room with me?”

I smiled and winked tapping my nose “Now who said I was staying home?” I walked away towards my en-suite bathroom “Remember gone when I'm out”

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after a wonderful 45 minute shower I dry myself and put on my underwear and wrap myself in my towel

I swing open the door and smack head on to something rock hard in almost sends me tumbling on the floor

“Matt!”

“Watch where you're going then”

“You're the one who was right outside the door!”

“Details, details” he sighed his face serious “Now when were you going to tell me you were seeing Bitch Blake again?” he cocked his eyebrow up as if he was telling off a naughty child

“Number one Matt, don't call him that!”

“Bitch Blake.”

I threw my head back trying not to scream and stab him

“Number two how do you know I was going to see him today?”

“I went through your phone” he said casually as if it was a normal thing to do

I slapped his bare chest “You went through my phone!?”

Wait...bare chest?

I gazed at him from head to toe, he was wearing nothing but his tight boxers- that showed all his morning glory

“Why aren't you wearing any clothes!?”

“Because I don't want to wear any- duh” he rolled his eyes “Don't change the subject”

me change the subject? He was the one who was changing the subject by flaunting that Adonis body of his. I tried to keep my eyes glued to his face and not his abs

“You're not going to see him Rosie”

“Yes I am, and you're not going to stop me”

A gust of wind rushed past my body and I realised it was my towel being taken off me, it was now dangling in Matt's hand

“Matt you are such a jerk!”

He chuckled “That's what she said”

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