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Jackass! I stomp into his bedroom and help myself to pick clothes from his dresser and closet. I check the bottom drawer, at least he always has a pack of brand-new underwear. Rich people don't need to wash their underwear. 

I go into his bathroom and grab a towel and I start to walk out when he obstructs me. 

"Take a shower in here." 

"No, I'll take a shower in the spare room and sleep in there."

"Nice try but No."

"You're doing it again. I'm not a child Fiat. Stop forcing me to do things I don't want to do!"

"Whose forcing you? And act like a child, get treated like one. You're pouting and throwing a tantrum for what purpose?" 

"For boundary purposes, we aren't kids anymore, we can't take baths and sleep in the same bed? If you hadn't noticed we are two grown men."

He surveys me up and down and smirks. 

"Why? Are you in love with me? If you don't sleep with me, that's what I'll think." He laughs at me.

A/N: {I Hate You, I Love You by: Olivia 0'Brien & Gnash}

Instantly, I feel tears prickling my eyes. 

I hate this jackass. Doesn't he see me? Doesn't he see he's killing me? Why would I love such a clueless moron?

I push at his chest and slam the door. If I don't get away from him I'll scream until my vocal cords bleed and definitely weep. I lock the door and quickly remove my clothes. I want to cry and I'm afraid I won't be able to do it quietly. I turn on the shower and stand under the hot water. It burns my skin but I don't care. I hate him, and I hate myself more. 

I wipe at the foggy mirror and look at my reflection. Great my face is puffy and my whole body is blushed from the hot water. I dry my body, thankful that I grabbed a hoody and sweats instead of shorts and a tee. 

I pull the hoody up and leave the bathroom. I sigh in relief to find he isn't in his room. 
I wonder for a moment if I have time to make a run for it. Maybe he is showering in the spare bedroom.
But the idea to run is quickly dashed as he enters the bedroom. 

"Don't even think about it."

His hair is wet, he already showered. 

I pull my fringe onto my face to hide my puffy eyes. 

"What are you talking about?"

He rubs dry his hair with a towel.

"You were thinking about making a run for it."

My eyebrows furrow but I don't say anything. 

"Man I know you SOO good" He laughs. 

He shakes his head and sits on the edge of the bed before pulling a blow dryer from his nightstand. 

"Sit." He commands. 

"I'm good. It will dry on its own."

He stares back at me and blinks. That obviously wasn't a request. 

I shake my head and take a seat between his legs. 

"Man, I can't wait to get away from you."

He laughs and turns on the small hairdryer. 
"How are you gonna do that?"

"Uni, we are in different faculties and our dorms are nowhere near each other."

"And?"

"And, we'll barely see each other and you won't have time to boss me around."

"I'll find the time."

He blows my hair dry and scratches at my scalp. I don't tell him how good it feels, but by the time he's done my eyes are really heavy.  He switches off the blow dryer and wraps the chord up to put it away.

"Aren't you gonna do yours?" I ask yawning. 

"It will dry soon."

"Blow dry mine and not your own?"

He stands up and folds back the blanket. 
"You get sick easier than I do. Come on get in."

"How come you always make me sleep on the inside?" I yawn again as I climb in.

"Shut up and go to bed Moron." He says as he climbs in after me. I huddle up and he wraps his arm around me. 

"So you won't run away In the middle of the night." He whispers after I start to drift. 

-The next morning my stomach wakes me up. I can smell breakfast and my stomach growls in response. 

I shuffle down the stairs and meet Fiat in the kitchen.

"Are your parents back?" I ask as he busies himself in front of the stove.

"They won't be back for quite a while." He walks over and places a plate of omelet over rice in front of me. I pick up my utensils and immediately dig in.

"Will they be back for graduation?" 

He sits at the edge of the table and shrugs in response.

"How can you stand being in this huge house all alone for so long? Don't you ever get lonely?" I ask as I shovel a spoonful of rice into my mouth.

When he doesn't answer I look up at him to find him staring at me.

Dumb question. I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair. "You could have just said, instead of ordering me around."

"Why should I tell you? If it were you I would know."

"You don't know me as well as you think." 

"I do."

"You don't."

You don't you jackass. If you did I wouldn't have to tell you.