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When Your Heart Disagrees With Your Head

If your best friend changes everything for you and even gives up his player lifestyle so you can fall in love with him you should be falling in love with him, right? So, why then, am I falling for his badass half-brother who I used to share a mutual hatred for?

CHAPTER ONE

I can't believe him. He left me alone in his house.. Okay, maybe 'alone' wasn't the right word for it but I don't consider being around a bunch of strangers who either had their tongues down someones throat or were too wasted to move from the puddle of their own throw up. Disgusting.

So what was a good Catholic girl like me, who hates the smell of beer and was as big as a prude as my mother, doing in a place such as this? Oh, that's simple. I was tricked! Yeah, tricked!

I was led into believing that I could have fun with my bestfriend in one of his infamous teenage drinking parties. Pfft. Fun? Hah! I was bored out of my mind and terrified to no end. And where was my so-called bestfrined in all of this? Where was he as I am losing my mind? If you can answer that question you are a psychic or God.

I snaked through the crowd of teens. It's disturbing how one can't go through a crowd without being felt up by some perverts. Want to know what disturbs me the most? It wasn't only guys doing it. Gah!

With the legion of drunkards it would have taken at least twenty minutes just to get out of the house so I took a detour. This detour made me nervous but I didn't care anymore I just couldn't take it anymore, I needed out... this must be how lab rats feel like...

I knocked on the door only to be polite but I barged in anyway. I wasn't surprised to find the music louder in the room than outside, this was Garrett's room anyway. I kept my eyes forward at the window at the other side of the door.

Please don't get mad. Please don't get mad.

"What in the hell are you doing in my room, Rose," a voice growled. Manners. This brute certainly lacked of it.

I rolled my eyes at the different direction of the voice before turning to him. I may not like him, but getting him angry especially when I have a big headache is not exactly a good idea. "Have you seen Christian?" I questioned to change the subject.

Garrett shrugged.

I tried not to notice that he was standing in front of my in only his sweat pants, which, quite frankly, hanged loosely on his lean hips. I noticed his scars but said nothing of it. Garrett always got into fights, it was nothing new. When Chris told me that Garrett got stabbed one day I wasn't exactly surprised. Garrett simply had "I'll fight you" written all over him. Quick temper and pride is two character traits that shouldn't be mixed together.

"What, Rose? Your virgin eyes think you are committing a sin just by looking at me half naked?" Garrett mocked.

I tried not to yell at him. I did raise my voice though. "Just because I think I should wait until marriage before I... you know..."

Garrett shook his head before picking his shirt.

That was when I saw the gash on his bottom lip. "What did you fight over this time?" I blurted before I could help myself. "Sorry," I said sheepishly.

Garrett raised an eyebrow at me. "None of your god damn business. Why? Want to kiss it and make it better?"

I glared at him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, you are fricking nun."

I crossed my arms and started for the window. Jerk. I climbed his window and tried to push myself up. Try being the keyword.

"You are fricking useless," Garrett said before I felt him push me up.

I shrieked when he pushed me up. Why? Because I was wearing a skirt. "You didn't need to do that."

"Shut up. I didn't want you in my room anymore. I might get your goody-goody germs."

"You are sooooooooo stupid!" I yelled at him when I was on the other side of the window.

"For a prick, I didn't see you as the type to wear black Victoria Secret panties," Garrett said with a grin that was a rare sight indeed.

Ooooooooooooooh I hate you! JERK! Well, that's what I would have said if I hadn't run away in embarrassment. It wasn't until I was down the street did I remember that I wasn't wearing black Victoria Secret underwear. Jerk!

I was walking down a very dark street when I decided to turn back. Yeah the dark street scared the hell out of me more than the raging party at Christian's house. So I turned back.

I was walking there when I realized that the police cars were all heading in the same direction. Oh wow. It was only ten o'clock and the party was already over. Wow. But I continued walking.

Garrett was running down the street when he saw me he stopped running. "Rose, you fricking idiot. What in the hell are you doing walking home in the dark?"

I glared at him. "You didn't have to come after me."

"Christian would murder me if something happens to you, you know that."

I shook my head. "Yeah, well where is he now? No where, that's where. Can I have a ride home?"

"Five dollars."

"Fine," I said.

"No talking."

"Fine."

"You can't touch anything."

"Fine. Fine! FINE!" I screamed at him. And then I cried. Yeah, I didn't expect that either.

How could Christian just leave me like this? If it was the first time I could understand but this wasn't the first time. This wasn't even the second time. I have simply lost count. It was always Garrett that took me home because Christian was too wasted to take me home...

I could tell that Garrett didn't know what to do, his arm didn't come over me or anything. After I finished crying I looked up at Garrett. He didn't look sympathetic at all. He looked annoyed.

"Done crying yet, you big baby?"

Jackass!

"Can't you be sympathetic for once?"

"Not when you are being a fricking idiot."

I sighed. Nevermind, Garrett is not human at all.

"Come on, let me take you home."

I sighed and followed. Garrett may not be human but at least he can drive me home...

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