Blessing and a curse

08

After the beach Torres and I walk to our room, silent of course until he had to ruin it.

"You're bloated"

"let's be honest, a guy would still fuck me, it doesn't matter, i'm still hot"

"You really think a guy would fuck you looking like that?" looking me up and down I assume my appearance is slightly crazy with my lack of makeup, salty beach hair, sand, I could honestly continue with the factors.

"Yeah, I do"

"You're ego is way too high"

"Alright, fine." Pulling out my phone I press Ollie's number, Torres watches as I do so, reading my boyfriends name he scoffs, "Oliver's always horny, doesn't count" as we arrive at our room he unlocks the door, walking in he takes his shirt off

Rolling my eyes I hang up before the boy can answer, "And the girls you get with aren't?"

"touché asshole" He laughs walking into the bathroom and closing the door

"You cunt! I wanted to shower first"

"Go shower with your boyfriend you whore!"

"That wouldn't make me a whore dumbass, i'm more loyal than you ever will be!" at this point we're yelling at each other through the door to the bathroom

"You've gotten with half the fucking school!" he laughs while also yelling

"And you haven't?!"

"I have a little bit more class than that!" he yells opening the door again, still shirtless and hot.

"You call Emily and Silvia class?" I scoff at his standards

"I call their sex class, not them"

"you piss me off so much" I lay down on the floor, adding another eye roll to the counter of the day.

"Why are you on the floor?"

"Why are you NOT on the floor?!"

"Because that's weird"

"Where else am I supposed to sit, i'm sandy, and it's comfy"

"That's so not comfortable, it's solid wood" I watch him begin laying down beside me to test the theory

"See, you can't tell me it's not kinda nice"

"I guess it's not too bad, I only lay on the floor after practice or something like that, but that's carpet"

"Every floor is comfy if you're in a comfy position"

"True" he nods, I spin around so i'm now laying on my stomach, I take this opportunity to get up quickly, running towards the bathroom door laughing, before I can make it Torres' strong arms wrap around my stomach, pulling my back and placing me on the floor, "Sneaky Tiara, aren't you" a small laugh leaves his lips while I scold him

"Why can't I shower first"

"Because not everything goes your way Jones"

My glare continues on his back as he turns around walking into the bathroom, the water turning on shortly after

I hear the water turn off telling me he's done. he walks out with water dripping down his abs, his wet brunette hair falling over his forehead, a towel wrapped around his waist. I'll admit, he looks hot.

"Stop staring at me like that tiara, you can shower now"

"You probably took up all the hot water" I groan entirely ignoring the fact he called me out on staring at him, i'm not surprised at this point.