When I was five he would poke me everyday during naptime. I never got any sleep because of his consistent poking. When I turned seven he made everyone in class believe I had cooties. When I was nine he started stealing the best part of my lunch. My whole life he's made fun of me. Made fun of how short I am, called me ugly, made fun of my name, and he's even made comments on my dad leaving me.

To say I hate Zander would be an under statement. I despise him. He's a selfish, rude, arrogant asshole. I won't deny that he is quite handsome and has that whole bad boy appeal, but ever since we were little, he's been my much loathed enemy. All the girls in school want him. Most have had him. But not me.

The hatred I have for Zander is not one of those 'I hate you in a flirtatious way'. I honestly don't like him. He's been hurting me my whole life and any bad memories I have are because of him. To be honest, I don't even know why. I don't know why he started to hate me back in grade school. But I know I hate him.

Which is why I cannot, for the life of me, explain why I am in a bed with him at the moment. The memories are stuck inside me, along with the alcohol from last night. Here we are, lying in my bed staring at the ceiling with blank faces, trying to remember the events of the previous night.

I don't know what to say. We are in my bed. At least I know where I am. But I still can't remember anything. The last thing I remember is people showing up for a party that my sister Jesse planned, and then I start dancing, and drinking… and it all fades away.

"You should go" is the only thing I can manage to say. Maybe if he was gone I could think harder about what happened.

"Yah, I should", he grumbles and gets out of the bed. I turn onto my side so I don't need to stare at him while he puts his clothes on. Which, did I mention were scattered on the floor?

The air is tense and it's probably the most awkward moment of my life. When I hear my door open and close, I sigh in relief. He's gone. I decide to take a shower so that I can clear my mind and just relax for five minutes.

Once I get out of the shower and change into clean clothes I feel much more relaxed. I pick up my clothes from last night (which are also scattered across the floor) and put them in my hamper. I collapse on my bed and tune everything out.

After hard thinking, some of last night's events come back to me.

"Why the hell are you in my house? Get out!" I yell at him. He grabs my arm and brings me into a vacant hallway.

"I'm at your party because I was invited Jordyn. I don't want to cause a fucking scene. So deal with it." he snarls.

"No! It's my fucking house! I don't want you here! You… Jerk." I tried coming up with a word fast… and jerk is what came out.

"I know it's hard for you to hate me because I'm so hot and amazing but you can do better than 'jerk'." he laughs at me. The fact that he thinks he's so amazing and hot really pisses me off. Because he isn't. Zander's a horrible person.

"You're wrong. It's you who can't resist me! And you know it!" I yell at him. Something flashes in his eyes that I can't make out and before I know it his face is right in front of me.

"Oh really?" he whispers, just loud enough for me to hear. "Try resisting this." And before I know it his lips are on mine.

"Jordyn. Why the hell did the much hated Alexander walk out of the house with his shirt on backwards a few minutes ago?" my nosy talkative twin asked from behind the door, breaking my train of thought.

"Jesse please go away" I asked her. Knowing my sister, she obviously didn't. In fact she waltzed right into my room and sat next to me on the bed. Jesse and I looked exactly alike except for the fact that she dies her hair golden blonde and I keep mine a natural chocolate color. We are both exceptionally short, have long hair, and brown eyes with an odd hint of maroon to them.

"What did that dog do?" She asked with anger laced behind her tone. Jesse has always known how much I hate Zander and sticks up for me as much as she can. She doesn't like me being hurt, so she obviously doesn't like him.

"I can't remember…" I tell her and she sighs. I can tell through her eyes she wants to know as much as possible, so I began to tell her all I remember.

"Twinsy I love you, but put the pieces together. You were drunk, you started smooching, and you wake up in bed with him. No clothes attached…" Jesse starts to say and I burst out crying at the realization. She immediately grabs me into a tight hug and comforts me while I mourn.

Mourn over what? My virginity. Which is long gone. It has left me and been given to the man I've hated since I was five.

I stayed in bed the whole day. The whole friggin day.At first Jesse said that I should go to school, and show him I'm not a baby or something like that. But when I told her to fuck off, she realized I was in no mood to go to school. She told mom that I was having a mental health day. Any normal mom would say that I have to go to school, or at least try. But not my mom. She doesn't give a shit about anyone anymore. Not since my dad left.

My dad left when I was 8. He was always on business trips when I was little. I barely ever saw him anyways. I never understood why he left until about a year ago when I found out mom had been cheating on him. It's hard to hate my dad for leaving, because my mom cheated. And it's hard to hate my mom for cheating, because my dad left. It's all so confusing.

Jesse's the only person I have left in my family and I don't know what I would do without her. She and I have always been close- I mean we're twins. I have a lot of friends at school of course, but none of them are like Jesse.

"Jordynator open up!" I heard someone call. I recognized Jas' voice and groaned as I got out of bed. When I opened the door I was hit with reminders of Zander. Jas happens to be Zander's cousin and my good friend. They both have the same deep auburn hair and clear blue eyes.

"Jas" was all I said before she tackled me with a hug. Jas is typically quite hyper and over-emotional about everything. She got up and pulled me with her. "Your sister told me what happened" she said. Leave it to Jesse to tell everyone.

"And I am taking you with me to Zander's house right now so I can give him a beating!" She stomped her foot over-exaggeratedly. I rolled my eyes at her.

"I'm not exactly in the mood to see him as of right now" I told her and she shook her head. "Too bad" was all she said before yanking me out of the room and down the stairs.

"Seriously Jas what are you doing! I'm in my pajamas!" I yelled as she dragged me out of the house. She definitely is stronger than she looks. Of course the only way she would be able to drag me all the way, was if Zander lived down the street or something. Which it just so happens he does. FML.

"Hello Jasmine. What a surprise Jordyn!" Zander's mom said as she opened the door. I smiled at her and Jas asked if she could see Zander. He came to the door and I could see the confusion and surprise of me being here.

"Well hello cousin" Jas was glaring at him intensely and I was starting to feel embarrassed… why was Jas my friend again? Zander raised one eyebrow in question.

"What do you want?" he asked and Jas pursed her lips. "I would like to leave" I grumbled and Jas covered my mouth with her hand-Literally! Kill me now.

"I would just like to ask why you have to be so rude to my best friend, and then use her like a tissue" she told him sternly. I tried to tell her we should leave but it ended up coming out more like 'mmffbflmfrugh'. Zander laughed at me and I glared at him then bit Jas' hand. She squeaked and pulled it away.

"Jas. This is unnecessary. Stop being a drama queen and lets go home." I told her seriously.

"No! I will not let him get away with this!" She huffed and stomped her foot. If I weren't so pissed already, it would've made me giggle.

"Poor Jordyn. Can't stick up to me or my cousin." Zander said venomously. That was it! I am sick of this guy! He thinks he can do anything he wants. The way he treats me, and then he just fucks me, and keeps acting the same. Like it's nothing!

"Shut the fuck up! I'm done with your bullshit!" I yelled before bitch slapping him. I then proceeded to knee him in the balls. Once he was doubled over in pain on his doorstep I walked away and left Jas standing there in shock.

I'm glad I did what I did. Even if Zander's hurt, it's what he deserves. I finally felt accomplished. I got him back, after all these years

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I jumped at his menacing voice. Zander was now standing next to me, with a bruise on one side of his face. He was panting.

"Me? You mean what is wrong with you! You're the one who's always been an asshole to me and then you have to go and use me, and act the same way after!" I shouted in his face.

"I did not use you! What are you talking about?" He yelled right back.

"I understand neither of us have a great understanding of what happened last night, but I thought you were at least smart enough to put the pieces together!"

He closed his eyes and exhaled. It looked like he was trying to relax. I took a moment to breath also. When he opened his eyes and looked at me, I could tell he was much calmer.

"I'm sorry." he said. Wait… what?

"Excuse me. What did you just say?" I asked. My hearing must be off or something.

"I'm. Sorry." He said, sounding more assuring.

"For what?" I asked but he didn't respond. "Ruining my childhood? Making fun of my worst insecurities? And doing it all for no reason?" I asked quietly, but you could still hear the harsh tone through my words.

"I thought had a reason." He told me. What did I ever do to give him a reason for ruining my life as a little kid?

"When I was very little my parents started fighting. My mom was always yelling at dad about how he betrayed her and what not. One day I finally asked her why this was all going on, and she told me it was your mom's fault. I started bullying you because I believed you were somehow involved too." Zander answered my unasked question. I can't believe it… My mom cheated with his dad? And his parents are still together?

"Why didn't you ever stop bullying me once you realized it wasn't my fault?" I asked him.

"Because it would be weird to hate you my whole life and then just randomly stop one day. And we did grow to truly hate each other over the years." Strangely, his words kind of hurt my feelings. I don't know why though… I've grown up my whole life knowing he hates me.

"This is messed up." Was the only thing I could say at that point.

"I know. And I'm sorry. About everything. Including the other night…" he trailed off awkwardly.

"Can we just… start over?" I asked him. Starting over will be nearly impossible, with all the horrible memories I have. But I know we can do it. He thought about it them gave me an assuring smile that made my heart skip a beat and held out his hand.

"Hi. I'm Alexander. But you can call me Zander."