Me, You and Nine Others

Chapter 6: Shower Curtains and Nova Stars

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My eyes were flying saucers now and then one of them spoke, "Shower curtain. What is this, some kind of new hooker buissness?" He says letting out a laugh.

The boy had light brown hair and a slight dusting of freckles that spotted his face like a dalmation. He was tall and very gorgeous- you could see his biceps perfectly underneathe his letterman jacket. The green on his jacket brought out his eyes- they were so compelling that I nearly dropped to my knees just then.

Seriously, where have I been this whole time to be missing out on all these beautiful boys?

But then I wrinkle my nose in more realization- he just called me a hooker. What the hell?

I wanted to say something witty in return but instead another one of them spoke before I could, "Well, if Austin isn't answering his little pimp- I'd like to take her for a ride."

This time the one that spoke was way more cuter than the first guy- he had light blonde hair with bright stunning blue eyes. He definetly had a nice set of eight underneathe his tee shirt. Damn. Too much good looking testerorone for just one girl- it's suffocating.

But goodness gracious! A pimp? Oh God. I see where their coming from. I mean I am outside wearing just a shower curtain but I still find their remarks a little insulting.

So with that I glare at them and say words of my own, "Come again? Yeah, hate to break it to you boys but I'm not a hooker and I'm sure as hell not here for Austin." I say without a single stutter. I mentally cheer myself on.

Then another one chimes in, "Then who? Aiden? Colton? My guess is Aiden." This one has dark black hair and cute brown eyes.

They all agree with him, with the nodd of their heads and a few chime in with, "Yeah I bet its Aiden," and "Yeah Aiden seems more her type."

I roll my eyes, "Nope try again." I say looking bored out of my mind.

Then the red head speaks with a chuckle, "Guys she's not here for a one night stand. She lives here." This guy was hot. Like melted ice cream hot. His red hair was gorgeous and his light specks of freckles could make any girl drop head over heels for him. He had a nice set of blues that made him look way more cuter than ever.

And honestly, I was very grateful for him at the moment. Because he must've been keeping up with his social media or with the Jameson's daily news. My guess was the ladder.

Everyone looks at him confused, "Oh so Austin started his own prostitute buissness?" Asks the blonde one. I internally cry. Dear Lord, please help me.

Then the red head pulls up something on his phone and shows it to all the boys surronding him. Then one of them gives me an apologetic look drenched with pity.

They were all staring at me. Suddenly I felt like I was a smurf in a world full of humans. I felt like smurfette. They were all staring at me like I was blue. I felt insecure and out of place. This is odd.

I look away from them, "What are you staring at?"

Then the brunette clears his throat, "You're that famous chic from Arizona. And you're living with Austin and his perverted brothers. I feel sorry for you."

Finally! Someone understands what I was going through- and sadly, it's only been a day. Damn, it feels like weeks.

I look down at the ground, "Mhm. Now can one of you please do me a favor and get me inside. The perverted brothers locked me out- so did King Austin." I say sarcastically glaring at the door.

It was strange how Ainsley hadn't heard my incessant array of doorbell chimes. No one came to my rescue. Not a soul.

The blonde one chuckles, "Hold up." he says before moving past me and walking towards the door. He brings his hand to the knob before turning it in a rapid motion and surpringly- it opens. I felt dumb. The door was never locked in the first place.

I look at him with my mouth fully agape, "How did you...? What?" Honestly though, you can't blame me for being confused. I had the right to be.

He chuckles again, "Guess it was already unlocked. Did you check it before you rang the bell?"

I shake my head, "Didn't feel the need too." I mutter. Stating the obvious. He nodds in understanding as all the guys follow us inside.

"So are you Jenna, the hot model?" asks the red head.

I nearly fall to the floor. I looked nothing like Jenna. She had an array of freckles dotting her nose and a few covering her shoulders and arms- I had none. Our hair was the same but our eyes were completely different in color. Hers were blue and mine were green. At times mine turned grey. Plain boring grey.

I let out a fercious laugh in reply, "Oh no. Not even close." I say reassuring them with odd hand gestures. I tend to do that when I'm nervous, "I'm not a model. I can promise you that." I couldn't help but smile.

The brunette gives me a questioning look, "Then...?" He says carrying off the word.

"I'm Olivia. Jenna's younger sister."

"Wait then, if you're not a model, what are you famous for?" Asks a shorter blonde kid. This one had no freckles and dark brown eyes- nevertheless he was stunning. He was still taller than me though.

I then pull the shower curtain tighter around my waist, "My family was the famous one. I was just the offspring. Nothing special here. Unless you count a binge watcher, famous. Then all I am is just like the rest of the population- normal." I was happy to be normal. It didn't bother me.

Then I hear a sudden laugh out of no where, "So Olive, where are your clothes?" Asks Austin coming down the stairs in a hurry.

I glare at him, "I don't know, Brett. Where are they?" I say using his little nickname.

He smirks at me and shrugs a shoulder, "You know Olive, I'd be happy to help you out of that shower curtain."

I roll my eyes, "I'm sure you would." I say before pursing my lips and trotting past him heading up the stairs.