Jake Harris pulled his Escalade into the driveway and sighed as he pulled his keys out of the ignition. He looked up at his house and didn't want to go inside. He had lived there with his father his entire life but hadn't stepped foot inside since his father died a month before. Jake wasn't dealing with the death of his father at all. Whenever memories of his father crept into his mind and he felt like he was going to cry instead of facing his feelings he made himself feel better by getting high. Just before his father's death he had gone to rehab to get clean but he quit the program as soon as he found out his father had passed. He had stopped taking pills but he continued to smoke up to half a dozen times a day. He looked towards the second story of the house as his brother Josh's bedroom light clicked on. "Fuck." Jake mumbled under his breath. He wasn't in the mood to get bitched at by his brother. Jake reached over and opened his glove box. He pulled out his weed pipe and began digging around in his pockets. After a few seconds he grasped what he was looking for and pulled out the pill bottle shaped container that held his weed. He packed a bowl and lit up. Jake inhaled deeply and leaned back in his seat as he continued to hold in his smoke. He cracked his window as the smell of Marijuana engulfed his car and exhaled. Immediately he got that distant light headed feeling that he had craved. Four hits later Jake was no closer to getting out of the car. He was high and too relaxed to move. Jake jumped as their was a loud rapping on his window. He lowered his pipe out of sight and looked out of window. Jake couldn't believe who he was looking at. He didn't want to believe that Fallyn Kovalevsky was standing just outside of his car door. There was one person that he had always hated from the very first time they met and it was her. She was just a bitch. There was no other way to say it. She was conceited, blunt, a smart ass, sarcastic, and she always had to have the last word. What made Jake hate her even more was that everyone said that they were excruciatingly similar. Jake didn't see it. Fallyn was a rude bitch while Jake was... Well he was Jake Harris after all. Fallyn had been close friends with his brother since she was in middle school even though she was several years younger than him. Jake couldn't fathom why his brother liked her. Jake hadn't seen her in a few years; ever since he and Josh started fishing life had been hectic and they rarely had time for friends. "What the hell are you doing?" Fallyn asked. She laughed and Jake wanted to knock the superior look off of her face. "None of your fucking business!" Jake snapped. If he didn't have the patience to deal with Josh he certainly didn't want to deal with Fallyn. He put his pipe in his jacket pocket and swung open his car door; not caring about the fact he hit Fallyn with it. "Why are you even here?" Jake asked venomously as he walked up the driveway.
"None of your business asshole!" She shot back.
Jake rounded on her. "This is my house it is my business!" Jake turned and kept walking up the driveway. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. Jake attemped to slam the door closed before Fallyn could step inside but she slipped inside behind him. He cursed her for being so tiny. She had always been exceptionally tiny. Jake was convinced she hadn't grown an inch since middle school. She was 5'1" at the most and Jake felt like a giant standing next to her. Not that he wanted to stand next to her. Not only was she a bitch but she was also...weird. Jake considered her to be an attention whore. Everytime he saw her she had done something stupid with her hair. This time it was wavy and went just above her elbows. It was a mixture of black and blood red. It had the tousled look and she had at least ten dangling clipins made of feathers and beads. She had half sleeve tattoos on both her arms, her eyebrow and nose pierced, and her ear lobes were stretched to the size of dimes with black plugs.
"You look gross." Jake said with a perfectly straight face.
"As do you baby." Fallyn replied, "blind people pick out clothes better than do you."
Jake snorted and looked down at his outfit. Black jeans, a red and black flannel, and a pair of Vans. He straightened the red beanie on perched on his head and smirked, "I know I look good. I wish I could say the same for you." She was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, hot pink combat boots, and a black cut off t-shirt that went just below her belly button.
"You always say that Jakey but its obvious to everyone how bad you want me. I'm sorry to break it to you but you're not my type."
Jake snorted, "I'd rather cut my dick off than touch you."

Jake turned his back on her and walked up the stairs. "Josh!" He called angrily, "Why is this bitch here!" Jake banged on his door repeatedly until Josh opened it.
"Stop banging on my fucking door!" Josh said angrily.
"Why is that bitch here?" Jake repeated.
"She's staying here! You would know that if you hadn't disappeared for a month!"
Jake rolled his eyes, "Where the fuck has she been sleeping?" He knew the answer before he even finished the question and he was already preparing to go off on Josh.
"She's staying in your room."
"Why the fuck is she staying in my room!" Jake roared, "You know how much I hate that bitch! I don't want her touching my stuff!"

Fallyn appeared at the stairs and walked over to the two brothers. "Trust me Jake. I do my best to avoid going anywhere near your stuff!" She said. Looking at Jake made her stomach turn. Fallyn hated everything about Jake Harris. The way he smirked after he told a joke, how he convinced girls he had real feelings for them and then tossed them to the side once he got what he wanted, and she especially hated the fact he acted like he was gods gift to the planet. In reality she felt god had specifally brought them together to test Fallyn on whether or not she could resist the urge to commit murder. Jake turned away from his brother to face Fallyn, "You've probably been going through my stuff and touching my underwear and shit."
"Go fuck yourself Jake."
Josh rolled his eyes, "You both need to shut the hell up. Jake she's staying here so either you man up and share a room or sleep on the couch."
"You're not my authority Josh!" Jake said angrily, "Why can't she sleep on the couch?"
"Because she's a fucking girl have some respect! Just agree and chill the fuck out! Or we can talk about the fact that you are high out of your mind right now!"
Jake flipped them both off then stormed down the hall to his bedroom. He pushed open the door and then slammed it angrily behind him. Josh turned to Fallyn and smiled, "try to get along with him ok?"
Fallyn feighned shock, "I do try and get along with him!"
Josh raised his eyebrows, "Fallyn..."
"Fine!" Fallyn said reluctantly, "I'll try and get along with him."
"Good." Josh said as he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

Fallyn sighed as she walked down the hall to Jake's room. She had been crossing her fingers that Jake wouldn't return home. 'Damnit.' She thought to herself as she pushed his door open.
"Bitch." He said without looking up at her.
"Asshole." She replied as she sat down on the bed she had been sleeping on. Jake had always had two twin size beds in his room. The house didn't have a guest room so when people visited they always slept in Jake's bedroom. Jake sat up on his own bed and glared at her. "Why are you even staying here?" He asked.
"The house I was renting got sold and I haven't been able to find another place that I can afford. Josh said I can just stay here."
"That was nice of him." Jake said sarcastically, "Don't you have a boyfriend or a friend you can stay with? There must be someone besides Josh somewhere out there who likes you."
"My boyfriends roommates don't want another person staying there."
Jake laughed, "Your boyfriend probably just doesn't like you."
"Fuck off Jacob."

Fallyn untied her boots and kicked them off on the floor. "What the hell are you doing?" Jake asked as she pulled her shirt over head and dropped it on the floor; leaving her in a black lace bra. Fallyn raised an eyebrow, "umm... I'm changing. Never seen a girl without her clothes on?" She asked, "I'm not surprised."
"I've seen half the girls in this state naked." Jake said as he looked away from her.
"Strip clubs don't count honey."
Fallyn pulled on a oversized t-shirt and peeled off her jeans. She laid down on her stomach and pulled out her cell phone. Fallyn wished she was staying anywhere but there. Although she adored Josh and he was her best friend in the entire world she prefered to stay as far away from his little brother as possible. How was it even possibly for one person to be so cocky and obnoxious?

Fallyn looked over her shoulder and saw Jake looking at her. "Trying to look at my ass?" She questioned with a smirk.
"Yeah right." He replied.
He stood up and walked over to a chair where his jacket was wresting. Jake pulled out his pipe and his container of weed. He threw himself back onto his bed and began packing the bowl. "What are you doing?" Fallyn asked as she sat up on her knees and looked at him.
"What's it look like?" He replied irritably as he dug in his pocket for a lighter.
"Want to smoke me out?" Fallyn asked.
Jake pulled the pipe away from his lips and raised his eyebrows, "You smoke?"
"If I didn't would I have asked you to smoke me out?"
Jake shrugged, "Does Josh know?"
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." Fallyn climbed off of her bed and walked the short distance over to Jake. She took the pipe and lighter from him and took a long hit. Jake smiled and took the pipe back from her, "I always thought you were to much of a pussy to smoke."
"I'm full of surprises." Fallyn replied as she watched Jake take a hit. They smoked the rest of the bowl together and then Fallyn climbed into bed. She loved going to sleep right after smoking. Weed helped her fall asleep right away and she didn't have to lie awake and think about all the things that had plagued her in her past and even in her present.

Jake watched girl he despised rolled over and go to sleep. He hoped she would find a way to move out ASAP but he had a feeling she would be around for a while. 'Someone shoot me.' He thought to himself.

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