𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 - Akali x Male reader

Chapter 1

I groan loudly as I throw a glare towards the windows, the light piercing through practically waking me. I begrudgingly throw myself out of bed, reaching for my phone I yawn loudly as I look at the time.

"It's ten? Fuck I barely even slept," I rub my eyes out with the back of my hand as I lift myself to my feet.

Shuffling to the side I try to find some balance as I leave my room, I still feel lightheaded, my stomach is churning and I feel kind of sick. All that because I barely got more than 4 hours of sleep - if only I just closed the curtains.

Here's hoping I don't pass the fuck out during classes.

"Morning," I grumble as I drop in one of the chairs opposite of him in the dining room.

"Late night?"

Crossing my arms on the table, I rest my eyes a bit, "What gave it away?"

He chuckles, "Dunno. The screaming kinda gave it away, though I wouldn't have minded it if it was a girl doing the screaming and not you."

"You say that now..." 

"Used to it. I practically sleep through it," then asking, "How're your classes looking for today? Busy?"

Lifting my shoulders, "Haven't checked. I might just not go today and get back in bed but that means I am begging for my sleep schedule to be turned over and screwed," then finally lifting my head to look him in the eye, "Why are you asking?"

"You forgot already? I asked you yesterday?" he shakes his head at me with an amused stare, "Anyway - was thinking of hitting one of the parties and drag you along and cop yourself a girl."

I chuckle, "Cop myself a girl?"

"Stop looking deeply into it," then trying again, "So come on, man. You can't just hide in your room forever."

"I thought that's why you are here, to drag me out by the ankles," then with another yawn, "Is there an actual point to me going other than you feeling bad for me?"

"I shouldn't ask next time, just pull you along in some mischievous scheme."

"Would work a hundred times better than asking me," then stretching my arms as I reach for my phone in my pocket.

"Or maybe you are already hiding a girl you met through your group of online friends."

"Nope."

"You said that awfully quickly..." I look up at the phone to see him watch me with an arched eyebrow, "Besides I heard possibly the girliest nickname to have on the internet - Vogue."

I snort, "That could be a dude. There are dudes with names that range between Moth Mommy and Aria.... and the name you heard is Rogue, not Vogue - which is probably as basic as names on the internet can get."

"It's still a chick isn't it?"

"I mean yeah."

He looks visibly even more excited, pressing his hands on the table, "Okay is she cute? Wait I guess the most important to ask does she have a boyfriend and is he a pushover?"

"You going to make charismatic me do something like that?"

"Answer the question first, dumbass."

Rolling my eyes, "Dude I don't know. Only met the girl like a few weeks ago - besides she doesn't even play with us and only sits in the call every so often - probably not someone who plays games as much as we do."

He then lowers his gaze, "Maybe this is the angle I have been missing."

"Huh?"

"You are... sorry to say this... shit at conversation the moment you have to look someone in the eye that you haven't met yet. So, maybe the best way to do this is to connect through the internet and then meet up!"

Staring at him blankly as he thinks that he found the solution to the problem. The issue is getting past the point of meeting and having enough interest in me to sit with my dumbass, though I am definitely not desperate I kind of made peace with it - he just doesn't want to let go thinking that sex is all there is to this world.

Dropping my gaze back to my phone, I notice that I got a message through the app. 

"But are you coming?"

I shake my head, "Nah. You enjoy yourself. I am going to fix that sleeping schedule."

"Suit yourself," he then lifts from the chair, "See ya around noon if you are home, (Y/N)." 

"See ya, Conrad."

This was six in the morning... don't people know how to sleep? Or am I just already in my 50's? It feels like it. Staring blankly at her message I then shake my head at myself, besides the two of us hit it off pretty much instantly but in a way where she probably only sees me as a friend.

I send a message back as I then head to the bathroom to get ready for my day. Though being friends is good enough for now - there are still to many bridges I need to cross.