Girls Are from Venus, Guys Are from Hell: 1
I like girls that like to party
I like girls with class and money -the hit
I rolled around on the unfamiliar bed trying to find the goddamn
blankets to pull over my head. The sun was so bright in this
room. "Shit," I mumbled, unable to find anything with my eyes
closed. I slowly opened my eyes then regretted it. Bright sun and
a night of drinking mixed together do not go very well. I looked
to my left and saw Cee wrapped up in all the blankets. I grabbed
the edge and pulled them roughly away from her and onto me.
Whatever, don't hate because I'm not chivalrous.
I heard her groan and roll over so she was snuggled right to my
back, "Aiden," she whined, "Why'd you take all the covers" she
said as she tried to snuggle with me.
I rolled my eyes, "because you were hogging them all fucking
"What time is it?" she mumbled.
Jesus, am I her fucking maid? "I don't know, find a clock," I
said before shutting my eyes again. But of course all I could
hear was her moving around her room, searching through piles of
"Damn…you have to leave Aiden," she said walking back over to the
I rolled my eyes, "What time is it?"
Too fucking early, "Why do I need to go so early? I want to
"Well…unless you want to meet my dad like that? He'll be here at
"Oh…yeah, no thanks" I don't do dads.
"Okay well…" she said.
"C'mere?" I mumbled into the pillow. I knew the giddy look she'd
have on her face; all girls do when you show them the least bit
"Yeah," she said sing-songy as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"I need your help with something" I said finally turning over to
Her face all of the sudden got serious, like this was some
life-altering request, "What is it?"
"Well you see I've got this problem in the mornings…"
"Yeah?" she said, still as serious as ever. It was so hard to
keep a straight face.
"I've got this morning wood thing…" I trailed off and wagged my
eyebrows, "that I think you're mouth could cure" and I winked.
Finally realizing what I was implying she rolled her eyes,
"You're such an asshole!"
I laughed because of course she did it anyways.
"So maybe we could go to dinner tonight or something? Then hit up
Rouge night club?" Cee asked me once we were both dressed.
"I have plans for dinner," I told her, lacing my shoes.
"Oh…well how about after? Or we could hang here? My dad has
plenty of tequila and ablsolut…and probably some four loko?" she
said trying to lure me in. I was pretty tempted…four loko was my
"Doubtful" I said.
"C'mon, I go back to my mom's tomorrow"
Thank god. I met Cee a week ago at some random club. She was
wearing this short little dress that barely covered anything; of
course I was interested. I'd hung out with her like 3 other
times, purely to get shitfaced and have sex, since she was good
for both of those. But like all girls she was starting to get
clingy and wanted to go on dates and all that bullshit. No
"Listen, I've got shit to do tonight but if I'm free I'll hit you
up, k?" I said hoping that would appease her to leave me alone.
"Okay, you should totally come up to LA soon though! We'd have so
much fun!" she gushed because that's where her mom apparently
"We'll see," I'm pretty sure this chick thinks we're getting
"Okay, well text me then" she said showing me the door.
"Right," I said then walked out of the door and out of her life
then got into my car.
When I pulled up to my house I cringed, looks like my mom and
sister were back from their weekend away earlier than expected. I
walked inside quietly, hoping they wouldn't hear me and I could
make it to my room so it looked like I was still asleep.
"Nice to see you've been being responsible, Aiden" my mom said
not lifting her head up from checking the mail in the kitchen.
"Oh, uh hey" I said scratching my head.
"So who were you with last night?" she asked finally looking at
"A friend's place" I said hoping that would appease her. Of
This was my mom, the lawyer, always asking 1,000 questions,
She lifted her eyebrow in curiosity, "You don't know her, mom" I
"Her? Are you actually dating someone now, Aiden?" she said
"Don't be ridiculous," I corrected her, she just raised her eye
brows and rolled her eyes, "So why are you back so early?"
"Weslynn wasn't in to the whole spa thing," my mom rolled her
"Surprise, surprise" Weslynn is my younger sister; she's going to
be a junior in high school this year. She's about as girly as I
am. Not that she's particularly a tomboy, she does like clothes
and make up and shit, but she could care less about appearance
for other's sake.
"She told me she was going to go put blue streaks under her hair.
Her gorgeous black hair she's going to dye, I can't get through
to that girl" she sighed.
"At least she's not doing drugs?" I suggested
"Why…are you?" my mom said with wide eyes.
"Mom," I said, giving her a pointed look.
She narrowed her eyes at me, "Anyways I need to talk to you"
This can't be good, I thought to myself, "What's up"
"You're going to move in with your dad" she said as if it were
"Before UCLA starts up, you're going to live with your dad"
"UCLA? I thought I was going to San Diego State?" I said utterly
"Yes, well you were. But since you got kicked out of six
different schools this year -"
"I got kicked out of three! I left the others" I said, defending
She looked at my pointedly, "That's still three to many. Not to
mention you're completely irresponsible. All you care about is
girls and drinking. I'd rather have you going somewhere where
you'll have family close by to keep an eye out for you. You need
to get out of this town and away from the negative influences it
has on you, Aiden. I'm just looking out for you." she said with a
"It's my college though; shouldn't I get to pick where I want to
"Yeah, well you fork over the money to pay for it and then we'll
talk" she smirked at me.
"Fine," I said and rolled my eyes. UCLA was my second choice
anyways, it was on the beach and there were plenty of hot girls
and drinking. It's not like my dad was some big strict person. We
got along rather well. We saw each other at least once a month
since LA was 4 hours away from where I lived, "When am I going?"
"Tomorrow" my mom said as if it were nothing.
"What the fuck mom!"
"Watch your words" she said shooting me a glare.
"Sorry," I said, besides from this random 'you're moving' thing,
my mom was pretty cool, "What about Weslynn?"
"What about her?"
"Is she coming?"
"She's going to visit your father next week but she'll be coming
back here for school, obviously"
"Won't she miss me though" I smirked.
"Don't make me gag" Weslynn said walking into the kitchen.
"You know you love me"
"Right," she said grabbing a drink from the fridge, "Shouldn't
you get to packing?" she smirked.
I flipped her the bird when my mom wasn't looking and walked
upstairs to pack my life away.
I was sitting on the couch in my room with Bryn, my boyfriend
trailing kisses across my jaw and down my neck thinking
about…nothing. Isn't that strange? Shouldn't I have butterflies
or something when my boyfriend's making the moves? The truth was
that I'm just not in the mood. Bryn always wants to 'hook up' or
whatever but I don't want to go too far with him and I'm
definitely not ready to have sex with him yet!
I could feel Bryn try and shift himself over me so I was laying
under him on the couch, "Maybe- maybe we shouldn't do this here"
"Huh?" he questioned onto my neck.
"My parents are in the other room, you know" although that other
room was way on the other side of the house.
"I don't think they care" he said lifting his face from my neck
and winking at me before latching hip lips onto mine.
The thing about Bryn is that he's really attractive. Like really,
really attractive. When I met him last year I was all drooly over
him because he just looks like a god. Not to mention his family
is incredibly wealthy like mine and it seems like everyone knows
him or has heard of him. What girl doesn't want a boyfriend like
that? So after getting to know him over a few months we finally
started dating, with of course my dad's blessing (he all but
forced it on me) and we have been for about 6 months.
Bryn is pretty sweet and dotting most of the time, but sometimes
I feel like he just dates me to keep up appearances and to 'get
some'…although he's not getting much and I'm pretty sure he's
starting to get aggravated by it. I'm just not ready yet.
When Bryn's hand starting sneaking up my shirt, I knew it was
time to probably stop him, "Really Bryn, we should stop"
He sighed and lifted his face to look at mine, "what's the big
deal? We've been together for awhile now…shouldn't you be ready?"
I shifted underneath him, slightly uncomfortable by his
forwardness, this is how he always is, "I don't know…I'm just not
ready" I shrugged.
"But-" he started but was interrupted by knocking on my door. He
sat up quickly and I got up and opened the door.
Thank god it was my sister, "What's up, Layna?"
"Dad said dinner was done and to tell you that Bryn was more than
welcome to stay"
I looked back at Bryn to get his answer, hoping he had a family
dinner so I wouldn't be forced to talk with him after dinner, "I
actually have dinner with my grandparents tonight, thanks though"
he said with his charming smile, the one he always put on in
front of everyone else.
"Ok, I'll walk you to the door," I said as he stood up. He shot
me a semi-glare but walked with me downstairs anyways.
When we got to the door he turned around and look at me, "So I'll
see you at UCLA tomorrow to show you around right?" he said
tightly. Bryn was two years older than me meaning he would now be
a junior at UCLA and of course my father thought it would be a
brilliant idea to have him show me around a campus that was right
by my house.
"Right, I'll be there around 11" I nodded.
Like usually Bryn leaned forward for a goodbye kiss, although
this one was unlike the usual peck. His arms swarmed around my
waist holding me tightly against him and his tongue plunged into
my mouth. His kiss was hard, demanding, and controlling and I
didn't like it. I pushed against his chest and he finally
released my mouth, "Jesus, Bryn," I scolded him.
He smirked, "See what you're missing?" he winked then walked to
his car and drove away.
I walked into the kitchen with a scowl on my face; I hated when
Bryn acted like a pigheaded jerk. I sat down at the table with my
sister, mom, and dad. We didn't have any other siblings even
though our house was big enough to contain at least a dozen more.
We always joked that they ran out of 'Lay' names to go along with
'Layton and Layna'
"So, Layton, before you go on your tour with Bryn tomorrow I set
you up an appointment with Dr. Swenson who's the head of the
business department and then Coach Wilson wanted to talk to you
about cheerleading auditions," my dad smiled proudly.
I groaned inwardly, I didn't want to cheer in college. I did it
all through high school and hated it then as well. I just wanted
a break from tumbling and having bruises on my body from falling
out of stunts. And even more so I didn't want to be a business
major, but my dad wanted me to follow solely in his footsteps so
I could one day help him with the company he owns. No thanks.
"I thought we talked about me not cheering in college; at least
the first year," I said quietly, picking through my food.
"Oh but honey, you're such a beautiful cheerleader!" my mom
"Yeah, but I wanted to focus on school work, make sure I don't
drag behind, you know?"
"Well, you can talk to the coach and see what he has to say and
we can talk about it later" my dad said nodding his head, "Also,
your mother talked to Lacey Stephenson and made an appointment
with her to go over options for Sororities and rushing this
I definitely don't want to rush, "I have plans to go on the boat
with Celia Thursday," I told my dad.
He gave me a look, "You can reschedule with Celia, this is your
future Layton, you should take more focus on that," he said in a
I shot Layna a look and she rolled her eyes with me. She get's
just as much of dad's wrath as I do about high school and
"Oh Preston," my mom exclaimed, "Did I tell you that our new
neighbor Tripp Klein's son will be staying with him then
attending UCLA this fall? I thought it might be nice if Layton
introduced herself and kind of helped him out. Tripp is such a
My father raised his eyebrows, "I didn't hear that, dear.
Although I'm not sure Bryn would appreciate Layton spending time
with another boy" he said with a smile.
"I'd love to meet him," I told my mom.
A/N I do hope you like it :) I've already written the next
chapter! My goal is to do every other day updates! Let's hope I
can do it!