THE Obnoxious
“Mom won’t be back till sunrise, Trish...
which means we’ve got the whole night to argue, deny, and figure out whatever this mess between us is.”
Seventeen-year-old Trish Carpenter moves in with her mother's closest friend, Miss Britney, after a devastating tragedy/loss strikes just before senior year.
Thankful just to have a place to stay, she quickly realizes her refuge is anything but safe when she meets her new housemate: Miss Britney’s only child, Joseph Roland (18). The arrogant, untouchable, and the notorious Number One Badboy of her school – Mthland High, he rules the school... and now he’s sharing her new home. Forced to share one roof, their new domestic life spills over into their senior year, fueling their TOXIC school, and it's wide gossip and intense rivalry.
He's the chaos.
He's the one girls like her hate.
He's THE Obnoxious and Unruly.
And he's her roommate now.
Their shared home transforms into a silent war zone.
And then Senior year begins with rumors and gossips: The King of Mthland High is living with a random school girl? They share the same home?
The summer shattered her world. Senior year was about to test whatever pieces she had left.
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Chapter: Chapter 26 - The Marble Trap (Continued)(Trish’s POV)Miss Britney’s finger hovered over the 'Accept' icon.Joseph’s hand was still clamped over his mouth, his eyes wide, looking like he was staring at a live grenade.“Hello? Britney Roland speaking.”“Miss Roland? Good evening. My name is Miss Forger. I’m the homeroom teacher for Class 3-B at Mthland High.”The voice was too young. It had a slight tremor, the sound of a twenty-one-year-old who had spent the day realizing she was drowning in a sea of toxic teenagers. I felt my heart hammer against my ribs. Joseph went deathly still, his eyes fixed on the phone as if it were a ticking bomb.“Miss Forger?” Britney’s tone shifted, the razor-edge of her professional voice softening into the cautious curiosity of a parent. “Is everything alright? It’s a bit late for a school call, isn't it?”“I’m calling regarding Joseph and Trish,” she said. “Your phone number is listed as the primary contact on both of their school records.” Forger said. I closed my eyes, waiting for the word
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
Chapter: Chapter 25 - The Marble Trap(Trish's POV)"Say it again," I breathed, my voice trembling so hard the words barely left my throat. "Say it to my face, Joseph. Tell me I'm the reason your life is falling apart."The kitchen was a cathedral of cold marble and sharp shadows. Joseph stood across from me, his chest heaving, his school tie ripped open at the collar. He looked at me like I was the damage, like everything unraveling around him was something I'd caused. He didn't see my fear, or how small I felt standing there. He only saw someone convenient to blame for the mess he was desperate to outrun."You heard me," he hissed, his eyes bloodshot and terrifyingly dark. "Everything was fine. We had a plan. And then you brought that—that 'filth' Christian into this house. You brought the school's eyes into our living room!""I didn't bring anything! Christian must've followed us! Anaya barged in here after all!" I shouted, slamming my hands against the counter. The vibration rattled the empty glasses. "I spent every
Last Updated: 2026-01-12
Chapter: Chapter 24 - The Breaking Point(Trish's POV)Friday morning was a cold, clinical execution. I hadn't eaten; the very idea of swallowing felt impossible. Joseph hadn't looked at me once since we woke up. He had retreated so far behind his "Hard Man" mask that he looked like a statue carved from ice. We left the house separately, a tactical move that felt like a funeral procession.Room 3-B was a pressure cooker. The air conditioning hummed, but it couldn't mask the thick, cloying scent of Anaya's perfume or the restless energy of the other "problem" seniors."Final presentations," Miss Forger announced, snapping her ruler against her palm. "First up: Joseph Roland and Anaya Sterling."Anaya didn't walk to the front; she sauntered. She adjusted the podium, her eyes flicking to me with a sharp, jagged triumph. Joseph followed suit, stopping a foot behind her, his hands buried in his pockets."Our project is on 'Macbeth'." Anaya began, her voice sugary and loud. Anaya did most of the talking. She stood at the front wi
Last Updated: 2026-01-12
Chapter: Chapter 23 - Coded Language(Trish's POV)I sat at a mahogany table in the back corner of the library. My laptop was open to a blank document.Because of the limited time given for presentations, we were instructed to hurry up with our assigned partners. Christian Vane sat accross from me, his chair angled so close our knees occasionally brushed. He wasn't looking at the British Literature text; he was looking at me, his gaze sharp and analytical."You're distracted today, Carpenter," Christian murmured, tapping a rhythmic beat on the table with his pen. "Dark circles under your eyes. A certain jumpiness. Did you have a rough night?""I'm fine," I said, my voice sounding thin even to my own ears. "Can we just focus on the thesis? I want to get this done.""In a hurry to get home?" He tilted his head, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Or just in a hurry to get away from me?"Before I could answer, the library doors swung open. Joseph walked in, looking like he hadn't slept a second. He was followed closel
Last Updated: 2026-01-12
Chapter: Chapter 22 - Home Invasion(Trish's POV)I was in the kitchen, leaning against the cold marble of the island, trying to wash the lingering taste of the school day, and the memory of Christian Vane's peppermint breath with a glass of water. The house was finally quiet. Miss Britney was at her late-shift volunteer gala, and for the first time since the "Pair Up Project" had been announced, I thought I could finally breathe.Then I heard a heavy thud of the front door groaning open, followed by the clicking of heels that sounded far too sharp and far too confident to be Miss Britney's soft step."Joey? You in here? The door was unlocked, as usual."The voice hit me like a bucket of ice water. High, melodic, and laced with an entitlement that made me pissed.Anaya Sterling barged into the foyer.I barely had time to set my glass down before she rounded the corner, sweeping through the living room and into the kitchen. She looked like she'd stepped off a runway, her cream-colored trench coat perfectly tailored, her
Last Updated: 2026-01-12
Chapter: Chapter 21 - The Pair Up Project 2(Trish’s POV)Room 3-B smelled like expensive cologne and old chalk - too many egos, and not enough air. Following the chaos of the Greenland game, the administration had decided the best solution was to lock all their highest-performing "problems" in one place and call it progress. Senior capstone. One room. No escape.Joseph sat in the back corner, his chair tipped slightly away from the rest of the world. Three weeks of detention hadn’t softened him; it had refined him. His face was a mask of cold, quiet indifference, but it was the calm of something dangerous. He hadn't looked at me once since we stepped onto campus, the Silent Pact holding firm like an invisible wall between us.Miss Forger snapped her ruler against her palm, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. “This is not a social club. Your senior capstone is a take-home project. Monday to Friday. Presentation this Friday. I’ve assign
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
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