I continue to knock on the door, and still no answer or even a single movement. It's already been hours and I don't suppose he would be home so I decide to sit on the floor in front of the door. Pulling my sweater around me the cold air branching around me as I continue to hammer against the door.

Hoping that Nina won't walk the hell out of any door because she doesn't want to mess with an angry painter. I'll just paint the hell out of her, kicks me out because she had sex with my ex-fiancé. Then Derek blaming me for my mother's death is just the icing on top of this so called shit show.

I've been at this for about an hour yelling "I'll pay first month's rent." or "I'll clean everything." and still nothing. He's shutting me out or just being a typical impolite dick or just not in there, and I already attempted to listen to music but it wasn't working as well as I hope it would.

Taking a nap seemed optional, but the floors looked rotten from the damp air, and I truly didn't want to be sleeping with any cockroaches that live under the base boards.

"You know I would pay to see you like this every day." A well rounded chuckle escapes his lips, a bag in his hand and his phone in the other taking a picture. His jean pants held tight to his body as an over sized tee clamped to his chest.

I immediately covered my face from the flash, and slowly stand up against the door. "I came here because-"

"You finally came to your sense and thought we could give it a go on the bed?" He laughs, slipping his phone back into his front pocket, digging his keys out of his back pocket.

"Like I would make love to someone on that ratchet old ass bed." I chuckle before seeing his face, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

"Keegan, please I'll pay first month's rent!" I lean against the wall, my eyes looking at his face pleading like a puppy dog.

"And?" Keegan says jiggling the door knob.

"And?" I ask him, confused on what he is talking about.

"You have to sleep with me." I wanted to laugh in his face, but the look on his face said something else. I began to shake my head in disgust.

"I'm not kidding, where's the money?" he offers his hand as he opens the door, leading himself into the crowded loft.

"Whoa wait dick muncher," I pause at the door way, staring at his bicep sitting the groceries on the counter, "How much is rent?"

"Dick muncher? That's a new one," Keegan says before he begins to place everything in the cooler, and by everything I mean beer and salt and vinegar chips. "Well, this is a loft and we will be sharing the same bedroom. So how does four hundred sound?"

"Sounds alright I guess, I'm only staying here until I get a new place." I utter taking the money out from my pocket and entering the loft, his hand sticks out waiting for the money. Yet eyeing down his hand it never made me think about his powerful build, with hands that looked able to crush a metal without any effort at all. A watch sits firmly on his left wrist, it was gold and seem like it cost way too much for someone like me.

"As long as you keep it to yourself," He watches me admiring his hands before he grasp the money away from me, "You know what they say about big hands?" He chuckles pushing the money in his jean pocket.

"Big gloves?" I answered sitting down on the same blue velvet couch that I slept on, trying to hold back a smile feeling the couch and closing my eyelids in relaxation. "Why has this week been so terrible?" I mumble under my breath.

"You think you're having a bad week?" He press something cold against my arm, I open my eyes and see that it's a cold beer.

He waves his arm that is still in the sling, "Try having your career ruined because of you roommates crazy ex and team mate."

"I don't drink." I declare, placing the beer back in his hands.

His grin was a toothy one, and that dimple on his right cheek appears and yet I've failed to notice that before, it was probably his best smile yet.

"Yeah and I never played basketball." He jokes, "Just drink it Joey."

I glare at his body structure, and noticing that he wouldn't take no for answer. Looking down at the beer, cracking it open made me flinch I have never thought about drinking, or even drank alcohol. I drink the whole thing, not coming for air once and god does it tastes awful, it feels like drinking cat piss.

When I finish I let out the loudest and most obnoxious burp, and glare at Keegan. "Stop calling me Joey." I direct my finger at him.

He chuckles uncontrollably, rolling his neck back and forth, "There's more in the fridge Joey." He directs his eyes over to it.

I get up and proceed to the fridge, maybe I needed to forget this week and it won't be the smartest of choices but right now it seems fantastic.

Two hours later and I'm intoxicated, drunk every which way and can't seem to stop talking to Keegan. This is kind of creepy in more ways than one, because he's a major dick.

"You know what Keegan?" I slur, my tongue feeling unfamiliar inside my mouth.

"What?" His response, look out toward the night.

I point my finger at him; a pressed smile appears on my face. "Sometimes you can be an utter asshole." I giggle before taking another sip of the beer that once tasted like cat piss has now turned into oxygen for my mouth.

His face grins into a cocky, grin. "You also have a very adorable smile." I proceed to get off the couch crawling all the way over to Keegan sitting against the wall.

His face showing curiosity and I enjoyed it. "What are you doing?" His face puzzled, his eyebrows softly knit together.

"Something I've wanted to do since I got here." I growl, like a softly like a playful kitten, but this kitten had claws. Plus I was feeling brave.

I motion my body over his legs, the jeans that he was wearing seemed to fit him so well and the way his shirt clenched to his chest muscles was making me want to pounce on him. Why do I seem like a cat all of a sudden?

His breathe hitches, his smile fades to a half sly grin, and I'm melting at every inch. His body twitches undermine, as I sit on him straddling his hips. My god I've never even done this to Nathan, oh if he could see me now.

"Joey-" he utters, gulping back his beer before tossing it to the side. My fingers slid up his chest forming around the muscles, slowly dragging them up his shoulders and proceeding to his neck bringing my hands to the back of his head.

Oh god this felt amazing, truly astonishing. I breathed almost in sync, and his big hands wrap around my hips. Mesmerizing, his eyes were truly a wonder the blue hues and the dark hues seemed to blend so well creating such soulful eyes. I wanted him, like a baby wanted peanut butter and oh baby was I ready to rip our clothes off and pounce.

His hand moved up slowly from my hips to my bottom jawline, cradling my face into his hands. His body twitching and rendering to proceed with our movements.

"I'm surprised Joey." He chuckles so softly, his hand tipping my face to directly meet his own.

I move forward, my lips pressed against his ear, "Well you shouldn't be," I take a nibble at his earlobe, grinding it between my teeth.

"Roomie," I utter, releasing his earlobe and slowly bringing my head to the nape of his neck.

He smelled of oak, and god all mighty I never wanted to be near a man who smelled like oak but this made my body feel so intrigued and tingled that I never wanted to stop.

I pulled my head away from his neck, before plugging back in. My fangs seeping into his veins, and the taste of blood filled my mouth and there was nothing more than I enjoyed sucking someone dry.

I release my jaw from his neck, his face showed pure shock. "Joey, Joey, Joey." He yells, as the walls begin to shake and the floor begins to rumble. Blood pooled the floor, why was he still alive?

"Joey!" He tells one more time, and everything begins to fade.

I look up to see Keegan hovering over me. "Joey? You okay? You fell of the couch and have been knocked for the past hour."

"It was a dream?" I asked him, holding my hand to my head feeling the searing pain on my forehead.

"What was a dream?" He asked.

"Nothing," I utter, confused on how I would even think about being like that with Keegan. No way am I finding the butt hole attractive, plus he's my roommate now. No way in hell! Josephine get that nasty idea out of your head.

"Didn't seem like nothing," he snickers before sitting back at his spot, "light weight!" He slaps his knee, clenching his stomach laughing.

I slowly begin to get up, "I was dreaming about punching you out." I rest my head against the couch.

"Wow, calm down." He puts his hand up in offences.

I moan, feeling my head throb I'm behind drunk and it's terrible. "We are never doing this again."

"We?" Keegan chuckles, before standing up and heading toward the fridge for another beer. "We are not a package deal Joey, speak for yourself."

"Stop calling me Joey!" I yelled at him before turning my face to the couch, screaming into the pillow.

I hear the cracking of his beer, and him sitting on the couch beside me. "What's your problem with being called Joey anyways?"

I look up from the pillow starring into his vague eyes, "It's really none of your business Keegan." I say before sitting up properly.

"Kind of is," he Knicks my shoulder, "Since we are roomies."

I sucked in some air in my lungs, before taking my last breath out and saying everything very quickly. "My mom use to call me that, and so did Derek. I don't want to be reminded of them." I hold my arms around my legs, barring my face in between them.

He goes silent, he doesn't say anything but I can hear his breathing. I match mine to his hoping I could calm down by listening to something repetitive. I've never told anyone that besides Nina and Nathan, and look where that trust got me.

"I got emancipated from my parents." Keegan's voice cracks under his breath, what is this? Sharing time? "That's why I live in this dump."

I looked up from in between my legs, seeing his face turn from laughter to sadness kind of, almost, breaks my heart.

"Don't you have a sister?" I asked him, I saw his mom hug her the night of the accident.

"Yeah," he crinkles the beer in satisfaction, "I couldn't fight for her." He utters.

"Why did you?" I ask him, he looks at me raising his eyebrow suddenly. "Why did you get emancipated I mean?"

He sighs, and maybe I'm actually seeing a decent side of Keegan. He looks so heartbroken so vulnerable, maybe deep down inside he isn't such a cocky ass.

"None of you damn business Joey." He yelled throwing his beer can against the wall.

I take one look at him and smack him across the face. "Don't you ever, ever say it's none of my damn business you over sized cock head that's a complete hypocrite?" I yell before standing up and looking at his face as it's holding a blank stare.

He's stunned by my outburst, but I'm not. "What was the slap for?"

What was the slap for? Is he stupid or something? "Dude, you just told me you got emancipated. Like its fricking sharing time and then you say it's none of my damn business?" I take in a sharp breath. "It is my damn business because you made it my damn business."

I sit back down lowering my head on to the couch crossing my arms, in frustration while my eyes brows knit together.

"Sorry," he says itching the back of his head; a slight grin appears on his face. "It's just a sensitive topic for me. It nearly just happened."

"Well then say it you doofus!" I look down at my watch and it's already one am in the morning. "I need to get to sleep; I have class in the morning."

I look to the side and see he's already getting up, "The bathroom is right there." He proceeds to put on his jacket.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I'm meeting up with some friends." He walks over to me putting his hand on me head, "Goodnight Joey." He says before taking off out the door.

"Yeah, whatever, dick weeds." I say before heading to the bathroom, with my bag in my one hand.

When I reach the bathroom, I seriously want to vomit and not in I'm drunk stage more like it's the most disgusting thing I've seen in my life. It looked like a carton bathroom with flies everywhere, and yellow film built up all over the sink and floor. The door was so foul it could kill a small bird, and I can't even think about brushing my teeth here.

I guess I'm just sleeping in my clothes tonight; I'll shower at school tomorrow.