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I’ve hated Chase Mathews from the first time I saw him.
He’s arrogant, cocky, and far too obnoxious for anyone to deal with.
But our best friends are married, so escaping him isn’t exactly easy.
Did I mention he’s also my new roommate?
You see, life hasn’t exactly gone to plan recently, and I’m out of options.
But just because I’m stuck with him doesn’t mean I have to lay back and endure his antics.
Chase doesn’t know it yet, but he’s just met his match.
Georgia Monroe has driven me crazy for years. And not in a fun way.
She’s a snobby brat who I try to avoid at all costs.
As luck would have it, she’s also my new roommate.
If this year hasn’t taken enough from me, it is undoubtedly testing my sanity with her around. Forced into close quarters, I don’t know who will snap first.
Georgia is fire, and I’m gasoline. Soon, someone is going to explode.
I’m just hoping it won’t be me.
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I force myself to look away from him. Sure, he’s attractive, most athletes are. Okay, that isn’t completely true, but it’s what I’m willing to tell myself for acknowledging his hotness. Hot people can still suck. There, that’s it.
“Uh, you’re in my seat,” he snaps.
I dismiss him with a wave. “Didn’t realize you paid for the couch.” My eyes go back to the movie.
I feel the other end dip, while he exhales a puff of breath. In the next second, he changes the channel.
“Uh excuse me! I was watching that.” I lean over to grab the remote from him, but he’s too fast for me, tucking it under his ass.
“Seriously?” I fume, my fingers digging into the pillow I have in a death grip.
“If you want it, come get it.”
I turn my nose up. “Ew, I think I’ll pass. Even sitting near you is enough to risk catching something.”
He just shrugs, shoving a wad of popcorn into his mouth. “Get your own seat next time.”
“Well, if you didn’t basically eat, sleep and breathe on this sofa then I wouldn’t have to take it from you!”
“Someone’s in a bad mood.” He smirks, clearly loving the fact he’s getting a rise out of me.
Fine. He wants to be an ass. Two can play that game.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as uptight as you.”
My head snaps toward him. “To most people, I’m a delight, you just happen to bring out the inner psychopath in me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Sureeee.”
“Whatever, I’m going to shower, enjoy the show.” My words are sticky sweet, like honey dripping off every word. I see his eyebrows draw together, but it’s too late for him. I flick his bowl of popcorn as I walk by, the small yellow pieces flying all over him.
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Scarlett was born in Sydney, Australia and moved to Los Angeles when she was 10 years old. Her passion for writing came about at a young age when her sister would read her excerpts of Sylvia Plath and Virginia Woolf. She currently lives back in Sydney with her family and their two pugs. When she isn’t writing or reading, she spends her time traveling and searching for the best record stores. Eventually, Scarlett hopes to begin a new adventure in Edinburgh.
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