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"What?" The man in front of me says out of utter disbelief. From the horrified expression on his face, it's obvious that he wasn't expecting to be sharing a mansion with a girl that almost tried to kill him with a katana sword for the whole summer.

And let me tell you—I'm not pleased about this situation too. In fact, I didn't even know that Baxton's son had arrived in LA. I was told that he lived in Boston with his mother. Now that he was here... my gut told me that it wasn't going to end well.

Jackson—or so his father calls him—turns to glare at me. I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest, but I can't help but feel triumph, knowing that his life is going to be miserable now that he knows I'm living here too. In the past fifteen minutes of our encounter, he not only comes off as a jerk but an asshole as well. I can tell by the way he looked at me like he wanted to fuck me six ways to Sunday.

Hah. No fucking way, fuck boy. You ain't getting any of this while you're here.

But as much as I hate his guts for checking me out earlier, I can't help but notice that he's unbelievably handsome. His platinum blonde hair tucks behind his ears, curling outwards. His eyes, the most serene shade of kohl, hold a complex weave of emotions. Even though I know most of those emotions consist of anger, hatred and loathing, those eyes hold the promise of a really good story.

And a little part of me wants to know that story.

Of course, let's not forget his other features. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, full lips... that hold the promise of a good time. Power laps off his ripped body like waves. He had hinted to me that he's a fighter so that would probably explain why his shoulders are broad and his arms are taunt and muscular. I'm pretty convinced that his body is so huge that he might just rip the plain black T-shirt his wearing into shreds with the slightest of movement. It's either that or he may intentionally wear shirts that are five sizes too small for him just for the sake of looking good.

Whichever way, he has succeeded to turn my lady parts into jelly.

I don't like this. I don't like this one bit. My lust for him is dangerous. I shouldn't be even looking at him. Jax is Baxton's son—getting involved with him is not an option.

"Does he sound like he's speaking god damned Chinese to you?" I can't help but snap at Jax, "because you sound as if you don't know what the hell he's saying."

He huffs, holding the phone away briefly so he can focus on me. "Did I ask you to talk, girl?"

"I don't need your permission to talk," I roll my eyes. "I do whatever the hell I want."

He seethes in response."You are so..."

I cock my head sideways, my teeth grinding against each other. "So what? I fucking dare you to say it."

He thrust the sword upwards and I almost forgot that he still has my weapon. He points it straight towards my chest and I take a cautious step back.

"Watch it, girl." He snarls at me. "You're testing my patience."

"I'm didn't do anything!" I say, exasperated.

"You exist! That's doing something!" Jax counters back.

"Fuck you!" I flip him off with my middle finger.

"I see that you guys are getting along. Great," Baxton's voice echoes through the living room. For a second there, it has completely slipped my mind that Baxton is hearing our entire conversation through Jackson's phone.

"I can't live with this bitch, dad!" Jackson says, the sword still pointing accusingly at me. "She almost tried to kill me the moment I stepped foot into the mansion!"

"Baxton, the keyword is 'almost'! I almost killed him!" I try to defend myself. "Honestly, I wouldn't have pulled a stunt like that if I knew who he was. You didn't tell me he was coming over. I thought he was trying to rob the house!"

"What actually happened just now?" Baxton asks.

Jax's blue eyes meet mine, as if telling me go ahead. It's your turn to talk. Try your best to weasel yourself out of the mess you created.

I take a deep breath and start. "I sort of held him against his will with my katana sword."

A long pause ensues.

I quickly add. "But I swear, I wouldn't have done it if I knew he was your son! I'm sorry, Baxton."

I hear Baxton emit a heavy breath through the phone. "I understand why you did what you did, Blaire."

Jax's eyes widen in shock. Clearly, he thought he was going to win this battle. He probably hoped that his father would condemn me for my actions. "You're picking her side?"

"I'm not picking any sides! It's not a fight," Baxton says out of frustration. "Look, I know the both of you had a rocky start-"

Jax scowls at me. "Well, no shit."

"-but you guys need to learn to at the very least... tolerate each other. Blaire, I know that I promised the mansion would be entirely yours for the summer, but I hadn't expected Jax would visit LA until a few days ago. I've been really busy and I guess it had totally slipped my mind to tell you that he was coming. I'm sorry."

"No, I can't do this." Jax shakes his head. "I can't live with her, dad. You know I live alone and alone only."

"I'm sorry but like I said, there is no where else you can go."

"You can always rent a place or something," I smile at him, my teeth showing. "Maybe that would help."

He pauses to think about it for a while, but then he shakes his head gives me a black look. "And let you have this place to yourself? Absolutely not. Actually, why would I be the one to leave? You're the uninvited guest here. This is my father's mansion. So technically, it's mine. Therefore, you should be the one to leave."

"No fucking way," I huff.

"Fuck," Jax swears under his breath. "You're such a stubborn bitch. Why can't you just go?"

"Go where?" I stare back at him questioningly. "I have no where else to go."

It was supposed to come off as a statement, but there was a little bit of hurt laced with my tone. Jax can't kick me out of this house. He can't. I've been practically a nomad for the past four months—crashing at random people's houses for the night.

I can't go back to that life again. I wouldn't. Jax would have to drag me out kicking and thrashing if he wanted me out.

If it weren't for Baxton, I would still be out and about on the streets. He helped me by allowing me to stay here. I know his intentions weren't pure—my father was his best friend a long time ago. My father had done him a favor, and it was only natural that Baxton wanted to help me to repay that favor.

"Does it look like I care where you go?" Jax says rudely. "I just want you gone."

"Jackson!" Baxton yells from the phone. He is running out of patience with his son. Well, he's not the only one. "Mind your manners. Blaire is a guest—she's my guest and she's entitled to stay there however long she wants. I don't fucking care that you don't like her. Deal the fuck with it. Stop being such a brat."

Go Baxton for putting his son back in his place.

"I'm not a brat," Jax hisses at the phone. Then, he looks up, tightening his hold on the sword. "I'm not."

"Someone's in denial," I whistle lowly.

"Fuck you."

"Hah. You wish you could fuck me." I smirk.

"Please, for the love of God, try to behave," Baxton says, annoyed. I smirk at him as Jax's father continues to scold him. "That doesn't just apply to you, Jackson. It applies to Blaire too."

The smirk falls off my face. It appears on Jax instead.

"But, Baxton-"

"No. No 'buts'," he tells me sternly. "Both of you need to learn to cooperate with each other for the rest of the summer. I refuse to kick anyone of this apartment. Both of you just need to deal with it. Who knows—maybe you guys will end up liking each other more than you both care to admit."

"Not happening, bro," I say at the same time Jax says, "Fuck no."

Baxton sighs. "Please... at least just try not to kill each other. You might really need each other."

I wish Baxton would stop with the wishful thinking.

I sneak a peak at Jax again. After assessing him for a while, I have come to the conclusion that I will never like this man. Ever. He is all wrong and none right.

"I need to go," Baxton says quietly. "I'll come visit as soon as I can. Please be nice to each other."

"No promises," Jax mutters before slamming his finger down on the 'end call' button. When he slides his phone back in his pocket, he reverts his full attention to me. His grip on the sword is loosened and I take that opportunity to press my finger down on the cool blade to make him lower the weapon. Him as well as the sword comply.

"You heard the man," I nod towards the phone in his pocket. "Be nice to me."

"I believe it goes both ways, girl," he arches his eyebrows.

"I have a name, you know." I fold my arms again and frown. "It's Blaire, not girl."

"Whatever," he snaps. Then, he lets the sword clatter to the ground. My heart almost stops when the blade hits the cool marble surface. "I'm going to unpack."

"I'm not going to help you."

"Didn't ask for your help. Stop trying to make yourself feel important." Jax says, turning his heel and walking towards the front door.

"You're a fucking piece of shit, Jackson Deneris!" I yell.

I hear his laugh echo across the entire house. He doesn't even look back at me when he says, "it takes one to know one!"

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It's only been two hours since I met Jax Deneris and I don't think I've ever hated anyone as much as I hate him.

He makes a mess out of everything. The minute he drags his bags in, the entire silence of the mansion is disrupted. I don't know about you but I go through life wishing I had a noise canceling machine so that I can maintain a nice level of tranquility. But the moment this asshole walks into my life, I am seriously convinced that nothing can ever cancel out the horrible, infectious noise that is Jackson Deneris.

First off, he is loud. And this means that his voice will carry throughout the entire mansion. I'm just about to cuddle on the sofa with my blanket with intentions of binge-watching Supernatural on the television when I hear him yell obscenities in his room. Even though his door is locked—I know, I checked. Twice. Just to make sure he won't disturb me—I can hear him as clear as crystal.

I pause the television, waiting for the moment to pass, and when I'm certain it's quiet again, I resume watching my tv show. But then a loud crash emits from his room and he yells, even louder this time, something about eating my mother's shit and fucking myself repeatedly.

Well.

What aggravates me more is that he swears. A shit ton. Yes, I use quite amount of swear words too but Jax is much worse than me—by a tenth-fold. I'm pretty sure he can't say a single sentence without using the word 'fuck' in it. I'm seriously tempted to make a drinking game of the number of times Jax swears in his sentences. I would be shit hungover the next morning, but it would be so worth it.

At least something good may come out of me being housemates with Jax Deneris.

Curse words continue to echo through the house, often disrupting my inability to concentrate watching my show. Eventually, I give up, turn off the television by slamming the off button repeatedly, throw my covers away and stalk upstairs because I'm so done with his shit.

I'm really tempted to give him a piece of my mind. In fact, my legs instinctively direct me towards his room, which is opposite from mine. I clench my fist and lift it up so I can knock on his door, but I hesitate. What Baxton said just now pokes at the back of my mind.

As much as I hate it, I know that knocking on his door right now wouldn't go well at all. My guess is that he's in a pissy mood and if I tell him off right now, our conversation would turn into a full blown argument. And it wouldn't do us any good.

But that doesn't mean I'm not tempted to start an argument with him.

Damn, it's been a long time since I fought with someone like that. I've been on edge these past few months and I had been really good to blow off some steam. Who knows, maybe living with Jax would actually be good for my health.

After debating for a few minutes whether I should knock on the door, I give up and let my hand fall unto my side. I linger outside his door a little longer, my ear pressed against the door to listen to him. But I don't hear anything at all.

He's quiet. Too quiet. But hey, I'm not complaining. I just hope it stays that way, at least for the night.

I turn on my heel and head straight to my room. Baxton had offered me the master bedroom for me to sleep in but I turned him down because it didn't feel right for me. That room was supposed to be his and I didn't want to stay there because it felt like I was overstaying my welcome. I know that he said this house was practically mine for the summer, but I didn't want to assume the role of the owner of this mansion. I'm merely a guest—and I want it to stay that way, at least until I can get my life back in order.

When I'm in my room, I hop in and out of the bathroom for a quick shower, then I slip into an oversized grey shirt and shorts. I curl myself in my bedsheets and grab my phone, my eyes glued to the digital clock on my home screen.

8.00p.m. Great. I should be due for a phone call from Eden soon-

The phone rings and I answer it instantaneously. "Hey, Eden-"

"Hey, sis," My brother's voice emits from the phone, immediately soothing me. I allow myself release the breath I had been holding earlier.

"How was your day?" I ask eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest. Eden has that kind of effect on me. The only person that gives me the will to live is him.

Only him.

"It was awesome," he says enthusiastically. "Remember how I told you I wanted to dress up as Kurosaki Ichigo for the anime expo tomorrow but I couldn't because I didn't have his sword, you know, the one that he uses to fight Hollows-"

"Yeah, I remember." I know all about it. He had been moaning to me for weeks because he had ordered the sword on Ebay but something went wrong and shipment was delayed, and he told me that didn't feel like going to the expo 'half-dressed'. After he told me this, I went out of my way to get the sword for him. Yes, it's the exact same sword I pointed at Jax this morning.

Fortunately, it's still in really good condition after the whole incident with Jax, so I'm going to give it to Eden as a surprise before he leaves for the expo with his adopted parents tomorrow.

I can't wait to see his face when he sees the gift. He's going to think I'm the best sister in the world.

"Yeah, but this morning, I told my mom about it and she came back home with the sword!" He gushes and my face immediately falls. "The exact replica of it! She said she made some calls and it wasn't easy to find it, but she did! My mom's amazing, Blaire. You should totally see the sword—it's made out of steel and it weighs a ton, but it's so worth it. I can't wait to show it off at the expo tomorrow..."

My heart sinks even further at every word he utters. I can't believe it. I spent days trying to look for it-and I had to steal some things to pawn them for cash to get the sword. I was supposed to be the the one to get the sword for him. I was supposed to be the hero. His hero.

And his bitch of a stepmom comes swooping in to steal the show.

I can't fucking believe it.

"Oh," I say, forcing a smile on my face. "That's... great, Eden."

"I'm going to look sick in my costume." Eden tells me, his voice lighter than usual. I can tell he's ecstatic over this. Me? Not so much. "I wish you could see it."

"I wish I could see it too." I sigh, a tear leaking down my eye.

It isn't fair. None of this is fair. Eden and I had been talking about going to the expo ever since the last expo, back when my parents were still alive. Now that they're gone and his adopted parents had taken over, I barely get to see him enough. His parents had only allowed me weekend visitations and since tomorrow is a Friday, I don't get to go with him, no matter how hard I begged.

I know they're scared that they might lose him to me. I can see it in their eyes every time they hand them over to me every Saturday. And they should be scared. Eden's my brother and nothing is going to separate me from him—not even them.

I'm going to do everything I can to make sure Eden lives with me. Everything. No matter how good his life is with them, his life with me is going to be much better. I just need Eden to see it too.

But for now, I'm stuck. I can't do anything but watch as his adopted parents shower him with love and kisses, giving him everything that I could only dream of giving. Everyday I watch as his love for me falters and his love for them grow stronger.

"I miss you," I blurt out. "So much."

"You'll get to see me the day after tomorrow," Eden suggests.

No. It's not enough. It's never enough. I don't want to have to settle for seeing you during the weekends. I want everyday, every hour, every second with you. I want to scream out, but I don't. It takes me all of my willpower to hold my tongue.

"I know," I sigh. "You'll have fun tomorrow for the both of us, yeah?"

"I will." I can picture him nodding when he says this. "I need to go. Mom's glaring at me for talking to you. She says I need to go to sleep."

Bitch. Always trying to decrease what little time I have with him.

"Okay," I say in defeat. "I love you, Eden."

"Love you too, Blaire." He murmurs.

"See you later, alligator." I say, repeating our catch phrases.

      It's our thing—we have to do this every time we part.

"In a while, crocodile." He laughs when he says it.

And then he hangs up, leaving me completely and utterly hollow inside.

I stare at the phone for a little longer, wishing that I had more time with him. Wishing that he wasn't separated from me in the first place. Wishing that I could have my little brother with me in my arms for the night. I miss him, so fucking much, and it hurts it hurts knowing that he's out there living his life without me.

I don't stop as the tears start to flow down, staining my cheeks. I don't make any attempt to wipe them away, nor will myself to stop crying. I let myself to relish in the hurt and pain that dictate my life, and allow them to consume me as darkness swallows me whole.

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