Stuck On You

I took my stuff inside and saw that it was actually a really nice apartment for the asking rent. As soon as I walked in, I noticed that there was a kitchen to the right. Further in, there was a small living room. I say small, but it was actually pretty roomy. There was a gray couch with a matching gray recliner, TV, and a lamp tucked away in the corner. It was a simple but nice set up. I set my stuff down and went to open the door on the left. It was already decorated for a guy. I figured it was Hayden's room. I picked up my things and took them into the room on the right.

I unpacked and sat on my bed. I was pleasantly surprised to see that they were full beds, instead of the twin ones I was expecting. I took a shower and changed into some baby blue Nike pro spandex shorts and a matching sports bra. I let my hair curl naturally down past my shoulders. The thing about my hair was that it was actually pretty tame if I didn't try to brush or blow dry it after a shower. I ran some moisturizer through my curls before I went to relax with some TV. I laid across the couch and let my eyes close.

I heard the door open. I stood and looked towards the door. The guy in the doorway I guessed was Hayden. He had electric blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that was tussled around his head. He was wearing a simple dark gray hoodie and dark wash jeans. He was actually kind of... attractive. All I could think was that Quinn would eat him up.

"Look, I don't really remember what happened last night. If I slept with you, I'm sorry, that was poor judgment on my part and I shouldn't have had a one night stand with you, but it was a one night stand. The night being the crucial word in that phrase, it is now the afternoon, so if you would kindly leave," he said. I crossed my arms and looked at him in disbelief.

"You didn't... sleep with me," I defended myself. His eyes swept over my entire body before he smirked at me.

"If you were here last night, I'm pretty sure I would have," he said. I made a disgusted face and rolled my eyes.

"Pig! I wasn't here last night!" I argued. He looked at me confused.

"Then how did you get in?" he asked. I reached over and grabbed my key off the hook near the door. I noticed him watching my body the entire time. I held it up to show him as an explanation. "How did you ge a key?" he asked, not quite getting it.

"Ugh! I'm your new roommate," I spelled it out for him. His face went to one of surprise and shock. I waited on him to say something... anything. He stared at me for a long time before he finally seemed to get it "You're Jordan," he said. "But I thought Jordan was a dude!" he said. I rolled my eyes.

"J-O-R-D-Y-N. Y not A," I said, quite literally spelling it out for him. "It's a bi-gender name," I said. He scrunched his nose up as he looked at me.

"I can't room with a chick. I thought you were a guy," he said. I looked down at myself in my sports bra and spandex shorts. I motioned down to my body.

"Clearly, I'm a girl," I exclaimed. His eyes ran over my body seductively as he smirked. His eyes met mine again.

"Clearly," he smirked. I crossed my arms and sighed. "Well, I guess I'm stuck with you," he said, a little too excitedly for my taste. He diverted his eyes for a moment and took off his hoodie. His shirt came up slightly, giving me a peek show of his toned and defined bare stomach and his v-line leading to his jeans. I wasn't going to lie, I was enjoying the view. He caught me staring at him and smirked before he put his hoodie on the coat rack right inside the living room.

"Want to take a spin on my bed?" he said, coming closer to me. I gave a disgruntled noise and took a step back.

"Are you always this much of an asshole to people you don't know?" I countered. He shrugged.

"I know your type," he said, heading into the kitchen. My jaw almost hit the floor. I stormed after him into the kitchen.

"What do mean my type? You don't even know me," I argued after him. He only chuckled and turned the oven on before he leaned against the other counter.

"You've gotten everything you've ever wanted since you were born. You're spoiled and you do everything by the book. You're a goodie two shoes. You go to church every Sunday, read your bible, and do everything you're told. You never break the rules... and you probably participate in some sissy sport like gymnastics or something too," he explained. I only glared at him.

"I am not a goodie two shoes!" I argued. His smug expression didn't change.

"What sport?" he asked. I hesitated.

"Cheerleading," I answered a little less confident. He laughed. "But I do competitive," I tried defending myself. He grabbed a pot roast out of the refrigerator and stuck it in the oven.

"Sweetheart, you're still prancing around in barely any clothing yelling 'go team'," he said. I wanted to hit him.

"I do not yell 'go team', I throw 120 pound girls into the air and catch their feet on my hands," I corrected him. He shrugged indifferently and set a timer.

"You're still a goodie two shoes," he said.

"Am not!" I yelled He pushed me up against the refrigerator and held me there with his body against mine.

"Prove it," he whispered near my ear. I pushed him off of me and scrunched my nose.

"You're revolting," I said, heading to my room. He only chuckled.

"You might want to go back home to mommy, Princess," he said. I stopped in my tracks. I was just about to strangle him when there was a knock on our door. I opened it to find Quinn. I sighed and relaxed slightly when I saw her.

"Hiya," she smiled. "Have you met your roommate yet?" she asked. I nodded and rolled my eyes.

"He's a complete ass," I muttered. He chose then to come to the door. He had a towel hanging over his shoulder. He reached around me and held out his hand to Quinn.

"Hi, I'm Hayden... the ass," he said. I rolled my eyes and tried to move around him.

"Would you get out of the way?!" I said, frustrated. He chuckled before he finally let me go. I went to my room and put a big t-shirt I walked back out to find Quinn practically on his lap. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh hey, Jordyn with a Y. Want to join us for a threesome?" he asked. Quinn laughed. My jaw dropped. I hoped he was just saying that to get my reaction.

"Quinn, I think it's time to go," I said. She shot me a pouty puppy dog look. I only gave her a look.

"Yes mom," she said rolling her eyes. "My roommate is hot anyway," she muttered on her way out the door. I chuckled and shook my head at her. I pointed a finger at Hayden who was lying back on the couch with his hands behind his head.

"My best friend is off limits," I said pointedly. He only smirked at me.

"Why? Jealous?" he asked. I glared at him and placed my hands on my hips.

"Not even slightly," I muttered. He sighed and stood up.

"It's okay. She can't fill out a pair of jeans like you can anyway," he said, giving my butt a little smack. My expression went to one of shock, then anger.

"Hayden!" I yelled after him. He only laughed. I grunted before I went to my room. I didn't care, at this point, about dinner. I was just ready to go to sleep.