If You Hate Me

My new roommates are two pro hockey players.

First, my f-boy of an older brother, and second, his seriously hot best friend (who I seriously hate).

This was a last resort.

No one should be sleeping on a futon that smells like Cheetos and hot sweat.

But here I am, trying to get my life together.

Tristan Stiles is the bane of my existence.

He never wears a shirt.

We can't seem to stop fighting.

He's an arrogant playboy with a filthy reputation.

Sure, I had a crush on him when I was fourteen but...