The Sex God [Book 1]

Chapter 3

{Authors note: this is the new and improved edited version. If you were reading the old version, it's in my works}

Why does Brendan have people over on a week day?

Does he think it's a good idea?

Maybe he forgets that he has a sister who is trying to get a decent amount of sleep?

I scowled at the continuous loud music being played downstairs, and I sighed heavily, rolling out of my fluffy blanket and sliding on some grey sweatpants I found laying on the floor. Opening my bedroom door, I walked downstairs to make myself a glass of water. I watched the water from the faucet fill my glass up, too tired to pay attention to anything.

"Pssst."

I jumped, and my glass of water fell into the sink.

"God dammit Carter!" I hissed, turning toward him and giving him my best glare. "Are you kidding me? Why did you do that?"

"For this exact reaction," He replied, crossing his arms over his chest, clearly very amused. And clearly I was not.

"Well you nearly gave me a heart attack," I muttered, turning back to my now empty glass of water and picked it up, refilling it again. When I knew he was still sitting on the counter, and probably not moving any time soon, I sighed. "Why are you guys still up? I can't sleep, so can you at least turn down the music?"

"Anything for the princess," He replied sarcastically.

I took a drink of my water, staring at him as he smirked at me.

"Why do you always look like a conceited asshole?" I asked him seriously. He rolled his eyes, jumping off the counter.

"Why are you always so mean to me?" He countered back.

"touché," I muttered, taking my glass of water and my dignity to the stairs.

"Goodnight Kristen," Carter sang from the kitchen, and I flipped him the bird in response, to which I heard him chuckle at.

How can someone so attractive be so ill-mannered and rude?

***

I've never kissed better lips than the lips I am kissing right at this moment. This fire, this electricity, it was something I've never felt before. Who am I kissing? Why can't I see them? And why am sitting on a park bench in a pool of grape jelly?

I was awoken from my completely questionable dream by a light tapping at my bedroom door. I cursed at myself for being such a light sleeper, but stayed silent. Whoever was at the door did not need to come out at-I glanced over at the time on my phone-past three in the morning.

I groaned internally when the door quietly creaked open. Who in their right mind was trying to get into my room? I swear to God if it's who I think it is I will be pissed.

But no one actually came into my room, just opened the door, presumably glancing inside, and shut the door again.

Super weird, but I don't feel like dwelling on it.

I'm tired.

***

I woke up again about four hours later, pissed off and cranky. I was definitely not looking forward to the school thing today, especially because three obnoxiously loud guys kept me up all night. I can't wait to yell at them.

I somehow got ready in ten minutes flat, and I made my way down to the kitchen to actually make myself some sort of breakfast instead of the usual granola bar.

Carter was sitting alone at the table, munching over a bowl of cereal. I pretended like I didn't see him, traipsing into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch. Once I poured my milk in, I joined Carter at the table, and we ate our cereal in silence.