Callie is a very mean, rude woman. She grew up with her older brother, Alan. He was always much more confident and popular while Callie just stayed in her room, beat people's asses and shouted in her parents face when they pissed her off. But there was one other thing about her, she was a hardcore lesbian. Just the thought of a man taking over her life makes her want to vomit her guts up.

Yet here she was. Callie had been living in a simple duplex for years. People came in and out of the house next door so she never got to know them. She truly never even cared. Alan had lost his job so now she was stuck housing him, living with his stupid ass all over again.

Callie had just gotten back from working out, she was using a clean white towel to wipe her brown sweaty skin, lost in her thoughts. The house was quiet. Alan was gone for now, running some errands she demanded him to do. Well…It was peaceful until she heard a knock at the door, truly a small weak knock. Callie scoffs to herself.

“Who the hell is it…” Callie sneers to herself as her feet move in front of her towards the door. Callies beat up, hands reach for the door knob and open it. Staring down at this new woman and raising a brow, a sneer coming onto her face. But no doubt she was quite curious at the same time.