Stuck On You novel Chapter 2

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 get 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.