You and Dominic, were... let’s just say..... enemies? No.... Frenemies... His parents were your parents best friends, and you and Dominic had to be around each other... A LOT. The two of you butted heads over the smallest things, like who gets which cereal. Yeah....real mature for 18 year olds. But.....Being the sassy rich kids you were, but you were more mature than him.

Dominic was 6'5, 18,had jet black hair, fluffy and down to the base of his neck, was lightly tan and had a mole under his right corner of his lip and was muscular and was a male tennis player.

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The two of you were currently fighting over the cereal, as your parents and his left you two for a vacation. For a damn year. One month into the year and it was going terribly.

"I just woke up.... do we need to fight?!"

Dominic yawned, stretching his arms, him being shirtless,and still tired, yet last night the two of you found yourselves in Dominic's room, alone, and ended up.... well... hooking up.

“Yeah literally hooked up last night.. i thought you’d stop fighting with me..”

Dominic groaned..

For someone immature, he had a brain sometimes, instead of being an arrogant, cocky, but really-flirty-towards -you bastard all the damn time.