The Screwed Up Club *NEW AND IMPROVED*

Chapter One

"I hate you."

"Why? I'm lovely," Blue said as I opened my bedroom door. He pushed through the crack, and I had to press myself against the wall in order to avoid his shirtless form touching my braless one.

I really should have known better than to assume he wouldn't barge in my room tonight when he'd done it every day since I had moved into the shared apartment. You'd think I would have learned to keep a bra on by now.

I groaned at the realization that it had only been one week since then. I didn't know how much longer I could keep putting up with this.

Strolling in like he owned the place, he surveyed my room with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

"Damn, rigatoni, I didn't know you were a thong kinda girl—"

I snatched the lace panties from his grasp, my face flaming from frustration and embarrassment. Ever since the asshat had found out I was Italian, he had been calling me the names of different pastas.

I was starting to think he was googling them now, because some of them I didn't even know.

"Please tell me that your shower is going to be fixed soon? Because if not I'm going to switch my degree to plumbing and do it myself," I groaned, stuffing the underwear into my drawer.

Blue put the towel in his hands around his neck, and my eyes immediately fell to the tattoos that covered his arms and chest. Some even crept up his neck; it was the first thing I had noticed about him when I met him.

At that point I had been so curious to see what the rest of his tattoos looked like. Little did week-ago me know, I would be getting a close up view of his abs and his tats.

Every. Single. Night.

"Don't think UNC has a degree in plumbing, tortellini," he replied, that shit-eating grin still on his stupidly pretty face.

"Just get in the shower before I murder you," I growled.

He chuckled and sauntered into the bathroom, closing the door a bit harder than necessary. Once I heard the shower turn on and his obnoxiously loud singing begin, I flopped onto my unmade bed and screamed into my pillow.

What the hell had I gotten myself into? With that thought, my mind wandered to a month ago when Ebony had interviewed me for the room.

This apartment was a really nice one, and normally they didn't offer it up to incoming freshman, but my cousin knew Ebony well enough to ask her for an interview. It had been my last chance; I had gotten late acceptance and by that point all of the dorms were filled up. After numerous phone calls and an unexpected visit to the dean's office, I had convinced them to let me do off-campus housing.

Gio had done the rest. Apparently Ebony owed him a favor.

I was nervous as hell, but Ebony immediately made me feel more comfortable.

"So I think you'd be a great fit, and it would be really nice to have another girl in the apartment. Carson's easy enough to get along with, but Blue... Blue's kind of a different story. Your room would be across from his. My room and Carson's are on the other side of the apartment. There are some plumbing issues currently, so Blue has been using your bathroom. It should be fixed soon, but in case it's not, would you be okay with sharing?" She said, her eyes unsure.

I immediately responded with a yes, and before I knew it all the papers were signed and I was officially going to get the new start I always wanted.

In the moment, it had seemed a small price to pay for getting the hell out of DC. But now, listening to Blue's rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, I was starting to wonder if I had made a big mistake.

Blue was trouble, and trouble was what I intended to stay far away from.

I didn't do players, or self proclaimed bad boys. I knew I couldn't fix them, and I really didn't have the time to try. That was Mom's thing, and look where it had gotten her.

Besides, I needed to focus on school. I had a plan, and I wasn't going to let some guy mess that up. I needed to graduate at least a year early so I could get started on medical school, finish my residency, and be a practicing psychiatrist before I turned thirty.

That was a lot to do in a very short amount of time, which meant there was no room for distractions.

With that thought came the reality that classes were starting in two days. My stomach tightened, and I closed my eyes, tapping each of my fingers with my thumb and counting silently.

One, two, three, four...One, two, three, four...

The action immediately caused me to relax, and I let out a sigh, temporarily forgetting about the tattooed idiot in my shower.

I must have dozed off for a second, because the next thing I know my bed dips on the corner by my feet and I jump, sitting up quickly.

My wide eyes connected with Blue, who now sat on my bed with nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. His white blond hair fell into his face, causing little droplets of water to fall down his cheeks.

"God, would you put on some clothes? Or better yet, go to your room?" I hissed, pulling the covers over my chest.

He grinned, "I love it when you go all mommy dearest on me. Tell me to go to my room again."

He leaned in as he said the words, and a familiar scent wafted towards me.

"You are a disgusting, perverted ass—" I stopped as I realized why the scent was familiar.

Peaches.

Oh hell no.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control ungodly amount of embarrassment and anger that was rising up in me.

"What soap did you use?" I said through my teeth.

He shrugged, "Whatever was in there. It was a white bottle, the name started with a V—"

Unable to control myself, I threw my pillow at his face. His head snapped back slightly, and he jumped up. I screamed as he did, because the movement caused his towel to fall to his ankles, giving me a full frontal view of his family jewels.

"Shit!" he cursed and bent down. I closed my eyes before I could accidentally see anything else.

"Get out!" I all but screeched, and I heard a few more mumbled curses before the door slammed shut.

It took me a moment to pry my hands away from my eyes, but the image was already burned into the back of my eyelids.

Only two thoughts floated through my head in that moment.

First, that was the first time I had ever seen a guy's penis, unless you counted that one time I walked in on my brother changing three years ago.

And second, that asshole used my Vagisil as a body wash.