“Well, don’t just stand there! My moving men are trying to get in!” she exclaimed. “Where’s my room?”
He quickly led her upstairs to what used to be a guest room and watched as she walked in and began ordering the moving men around. Though she was pretty, she was certainly bossy. “By the way, I’m Nick,” he stated.
“Yeah, thanks, I gathered that,” she said without even looking at him. “The bed goes over there.”
“And you must be Michelle.”
“No shit, dumbass.”
He groaned and stomped out of the room, already annoyed with her. Why did all the beautiful girls have to be so stuck up?
When she finally finished moving all her things in, she went downstairs and plopped down on the couch. “So this is where I’m living,” she mumbled in disdain.
“Yeah, great,” Nick muttered.
“What’s your problem?”
“This is gonna be hell living with you,” he muttered.
“Well, you think this is gonna be much better for me? Look at your house! It’s a freakin’ landfill! You better be planning on cleaning sometime soon,” she stated.
“Yeah, right! What would make you think that? Welcome to living with a guy,” he said. “If you don’t like it, clean it yourself.”
“I still don’t understand why Mom didn’t give me money for an apartment,” she groaned.
“Probably because there are barely any available apartments here. You’re damn lucky to have found a place to stay.”
“Whatever.”
“If you keep this attitude, I should start charging you rent.”
“Don’t worry; I plan to start apartment searching tomorrow.”
‘So much for getting along with her,’ Nick thought as he stood up and stretched. “Gee, our conversation was great, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to go upstairs now. I have better things to do with my time.” He turned and walked out of the room, not missing her rude reply.
“Yeah, right,” she muttered under her breath.
This was not going to be fun. He picked up the phone and dialed his mother’s number.
“Hello?”
“She’s going back home, Mom.”
“What? You’ve lived with her for all of two hours!” Jane exclaimed incredulously. “You can’t possibly be thinking of kicking her out already.”
“Not thinking of, Mom. I’ve decided already. She’s a major bi…” he stopped, remembering his mother scolded him for swearing in their last conversation. “She’s a major brat.”
“Please just give her a chance, Nick. She’s not used to you yet. You probably just started off on the wrong foot.”
“I’ll give her two weeks, but that’s it.”