Lily Hates Me: A Love Story — Chapter 40

"Ow! You are too rough, my head hurts!" I whined.

"Just sit still, I'm almost done," Tony said irritably and continued to dry my hair with a towel. But he was more gentle this time.

"Thank you for your help. You are alright, Anthony Dean," I said.

"Yup, you owe me a blowjob," he said casually.

"Ew...in your dreams," I giggled.

"Here, you can wear this since your dress got ruined," he threw a sweatshirt at me after a few minutes and left the room.

I quickly put it on. It was big on me and came down to my knees like a dress.

He came back after a few minutes. "You can stay the night if you want. I won't get rapey," he smirked.

I blushed when I remembered what I said earlier. "Sorry I didn't mean it like that but you do have a reputation as a manwhore though," I said.

He nodded in agreement. "You really fuck that dude up tonight. It was hilarious," he chuckled.

Oh my God, Anthony! I hope he is not too mad at me.

"Ugh...don't remind me. He will never go out with me now," I laid back with me a pillow on my face.

"It wasn't that bad. He'll get over it," Tony said.

I remembered something. He acted like he didn't know Anthony that day but Anthony said he knew him since middle school.

"How come you didn't recognize Anthony that day, you know when you were terrorizing that nerdy kid?" I asked.

Tony looked a bit taken aback by my question. "Uh...its a long story and none of your business," he said.

"Jeez...I was just curious. No need to be rude," I pouted.

"Sorry...anyway, let's go to bed, it's late," he said.

"Where am I sleeping?" I asked.

"Right here in this bed," he said.

"Where are you sleeping?" I asked.

"Right here in this bed," he smirked.

"What! No freaking way. I'm not sharing the bed with you," I exclaimed.

"Listen here chica, I ignored my booty call to take care of your drunk ass. The least you can do is not kick me out of my own bed," he stared at me intently.

I sighed. He had been pretty nice to me so far so I guess he earned my trust. One night wouldn't hurt.

"I am putting this pillow in the middle for safety," I announced.

"That's probably a great idea. Because I'm already getting a raging boner just by looking at that ass," he grinned and licked his lips seductively.

"AAAAAH YOU JERK!" I laughed and threw a pillow.

He laughed and wedged three pillows in between us. "There. No boner shall pass through this wall. You are safe, now can we go to sleep?" he asked.

I nodded and laid back down then closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried even though I was dead tired and hungover.

"Psst...Tony, are you awake?" I whispered.

"I am now, you bitch," Tony barked. I tried to suppress my giggles. Oops.

"Do you think Anthony likes me?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't he?" he said.

"I don't know...he doesn't seem all that interested?" I said.

"That's because he is a goddamn nerd. You just have to get on his level. He doesn't care you are popular," he said.

That makes total sense.

"Thanks for your help tonight. Why can't you be like this all the time instead of acting like a complete tool?" I said.

"Girls love bad boys," he said.

"Not this girl," I said.

"Well this bad boy needs his beauty sleep so go to sleep," he said.

"Fine," I said and turned around.

"Goodnight," he said and yawned. I heard him snoring. I drifted into sleep soon after.

The sunlight fell on my face and woke me up. At first, I was confused as the bedroom didn't feel familiar then I remembered where I was.

I sat up and looked at Tony who was sleeping on his stomach on the other side of my wall of pillows.

"Tony! Wake up!" I nudged him. He groaned and fidgeted a little but didn't attempt to get up.

"Tonyyyy! I need to go home," I nudged him harder.

"Ugh...go away. It's Sunday, I am sleeping in," he said.

"I am going to the kitchen to get some water then you are getting your ass up," I said. I went to the bathroom to wash my face first and used the toothbrush Tony let me use last night then headed to the kitchen.

A beautiful woman was sitting on the dining room table, eating breakfast. She had the same dirty blonde hair like Tony and pale blue eyes. Her nose had sprinkles of freckles. Must be his older sister or something.

"Oh hello, who are you?" she asked and raised her eyebrows.

"Hi, I am Summer. Sorry for intruding. Tony let me stay here last time, I hope that's okay," I said.

She looked at me and smiled. "It's okay, sweetie. I am more surprised than anything. He never brings anyone home," she said. "I am Elle, Anthony's mother."

I was shocked. She looks so young! I suddenly felt self-conscious. I was just wearing his sweatshirt without any pants. I can't imagine what she might be thinking.

"I...well...we didn't do anything last night, I swear!" I said.

Elle chuckled. "No worries. I trust my son. He is a good kid," she said.

A good kid? She must not know about his reputation.

"Why don't you join me for breakfast? Anthony never wakes up early on Sundays so I am forced to eat alone. I would love some company," she motioned to the chair in front of her.

"Okay," I agreed and sat down. She seemed like a sweet lady. "So, is his father not home?" I asked in an attempt to make conversation.

"His dad is away for business. He is barely home," she said with a sad look in her eyes.

"Oh no, I am sorry," I said hurriedly.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. It's just me and Anthony since he doesn't have any siblings. I am afraid I spoiled him too much because of that," she laughed.

That explains all of his flashy clothes and car.

"What are you two blabbering about?"

I turned around as I heard his voice. He was standing by the door. His hair was disheveled and his eyes looked sleepy. He wasn't wearing any shirt so I got to feast my eyes on his perfect abs and biceps. If he wasn't such a dingus I'd be all over him. The picture of his you know what flashed in my memory and my eyes automatically landed on his crotch. Stop it, Summer! Bad girl!

"I was just telling Summer what a perfect angel you are," Elle said without missing a beat.

"Aww Mommie, you are amazing. I am glad you and my future wife are getting along so well," he smirked.

"We are not together!" I said with a horrified expression.

"Just kidding, she likes that good ole American boy Anthony Turner," Tony said.

"Oh, Anthony? He is a nice boy. Good choice Summer," Elle nodded in approval.

"If he is so nice why don't you adopt him, MOM!" Tony scowled.

"Oh sweetheart, I would love to but no one else will put up with you," she grinned.

"I take it back. You are NOT an amazing mom at all," Tony declared.

Elle laughed and looked at me. "Don't mind him, he is cranky in the mornings," she said and turned back to Tony.

"Why don't you have some breakfast and take Summer home? I am sure her parents are worried about her," she said.

"Yes Ma'am," Tony answered.

I was truly surprised at how good their relationship was. Why couldn't he act this well mannered at school? Anthony Dean is a mystery.