Wonderland

❄B15❄ Drop In "Surprise"

Chapter Fifteen

Brayden's POV

Drop In "Surprise"

 

October 21

You know what I really hate?

When I'm having the best dream of my life, but then out of the blue, I'm suddenly yanked out of it due to someone's selfishness. I woke up from a pillow smack, and focusing my eyes on the figure in front of me, I saw that it wasn't Heather who had smacked me awake—not that I would've expected her to, anyway; she wasn't that kind of a person—it was her roommate, Isabelle, and she looked pissed.

"Who the fuck are you?" she growled, low enough so that it wouldn't wake Heather up.

"Your worst nightmare," I muttered, unpleasantly. "Why the fuck would you do that?! Do you not see me sleeping here?"

"No," she snapped. "This is a girl's room. Get your ass out of here."

I glared at her, and crossed my arms and laid them over my chest. "No," I said, defiantly. "Heather let me sleep here."

"How do I know you're not trying to rape her?"

I felt my mouth drop open. "Excuse me?"

"I don't trust you. It's always the nice-looking guys who turn out to be rapists and perverts here at college. Get the fuck out of here before I call an RA over." RAs were residential advisors. Each floor had one and they were in charge of the rooms on their side of the hall.

"Doesn't mean I'm one," I snapped. "Stop with your stereotyping, you crazy bitch."

Isabelle gasped. "You did not just call me that!" she hissed.

"What if I did?" I taunted. "That's exactly what you're acting right now."

"How—"

"Oh my god, can you guys be quiet?" Isabelle and I both looked over to find Heather rubbing her eyes and sitting up. "I have a morning class soon, you know."

"Sorry, but blame this crazy ass roommate of y—Hey!" I rubbed my head to soothe the slight discomfort I was feeling when Isabelle's pillow came into contact with my head again.

"Who the hell is he, Heather?!" Isabelle said, pointing a finger at me. "Your boyfriend?"

"That's Brayden," Heather said, awkwardly.

Isabelle dropped the pillow from her hand. "Oh. Well, shit. I didn't recognize him."

"Of course you didn't," I said, sarcastically.

"He sounded a lot better in conversation than in real life," Isabelle said, ignoring me.

"He's got a bug in his room, and he's—"

"No, Heather!" I said, slapping a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Isabelle heard and she burst into raucous laughter. I wouldn't have been surprised if the RA burst into the room right then and there. If the RA comes over and writes your name up, then you're two write-ups away from getting kicked out of the dorms for the rest of the school year. I couldn't have that happen to me. Where would I go?

"Holy shit, that's hilarious!" Isabelle laughed. "I never thought I'd ever meet a boy terrified of bugs."

"For your information, I'm not scared of bugs," I said, hotly. "I was just unsure if it was a bee."

"Funny." Isabelle smirked. "In that case, I guess it's alright if you stay here." Isabelle threw her pillow onto her bed and grabbed some kind of a bag off her dresser. "Although to be honest, our room isn't that bug free either. Beware of moths, little boy." With that said, she left the room.