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03 - elias

"i hallucinate when you call my name"

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The blaring of my irksome ringtone woke me up, but I completely neglected it since I felt beat from yesterday. I sighed happily when the sound stopped, making me fall back into that mid-conscious state of mind, but quick knocking on my door caused me to flinch.

"Sabrina!" a voice exclaimed from outside, "Come on, we need to go!"

"Shit," I muttered. Andrew's frantic banging made me leisurely get out of bed. I put on the first robe I encountered over my pyjamas and lifted the curtains, letting the sunlight illuminate the room.

I was momentarily blinded as light poured in through the window, forcing me to squint my eyes in response. I pulled my hair into a ponytail as I walked towards the front door, and when I approached it, I yanked it open.

"Sabr-" Andrew nearly hit me as he got ready to shout my name and bang the door again. Before I could register my hand wrapping around his wrist, my reflexes had done their part. He abruptly suspended his fist in mid-air, a few centimetres away from my face, as he stared at me.

My other hand was automatically raised and ready to hit whoever was in front of me, but I came back to my senses, sparing Andrew a punch on the cheek.

When I registered the awkward moment and my uncanny position, I straightened myself and removed my grip from Andrew's fist. Slipping my hands into my robe's pockets, I pleaded for them to never react like that in front of him again.

I knew Andrew was sceptical about my skills already, and I had thoroughly avoided being interrogated about my life until now. But who was to say he would not do so in the future?

As I prepared myself to apologise for my behaviour, my mind began to muster up an explanation that would be reasonable enough to convince Andrew it was a one-time occurrence. I gazed at him and opened my mouth to speak, but he was faster.

"What was that?" he asked.

"What was what?" I played the fool.

"The thing you just did."

"A reaction," I informed him, giving up on the excuse, "I did not mean to do that."

"You almost hit me as a reflex?" Now he was the one who sounded like an idiot.

"Yes, and I apologise."

"Pfft," he began laughing uncontrollably, and I frowned at him in puzzlement.

"You are not cross about it?" I inquired after a few moments, "I could have actually punched you."

"How could I be mad when you say sorry like that?" Andrew smiled and looked down at my clothes, "Or when you act all serious while wearing a robe?"

"It is not my fault someone decided to barge into my room when I was still sleeping," I replied, putting my hands on my hips, "And quit making fun of my accent."

"You were still asleep?" he lifted a brow, "I thought I told you we were going somewhere this morning." Shit. I had entirely disregarded his comment; that was when I came to the conclusion he was the one who had called me several minutes ago.

"Yes, well," I mumbled, "I was tired."

"Aw, I'm sorry," he walked over to me and placed his hands on my face as if inspecting it, "Did I interrupt your beauty sleep?"

"Stop that," I pushed him off with enough force to let him know he should not do that again, "What do you need me for?" I walked past him and opened the wardrobe, taking out my clothes for the day.