Suicide Watch

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Isa POV

I wake up with a weight on my chest. Quite literally.

I slowly open my eyes to see Temi lying on top of me. Her eyes are shut, and she appears to be in deep sleep. Her mouth is ajar as she sleeps. I tear my eyes away from her lips and try to ignore her overwhelming scent that surrounds me.

We must have fallen asleep after watching Iron Man last night. I can't remember the details, nor can I remember how we ended up in the position that we're in now.

I look over to see the half open boxes of pizza lying lazily on the table a little distance from where we are on the couch.

"Hey Temi," I say, but my morning voice comes out as barely a whisper. Of course, Temi does not hear me and remains asleep, as still as a log.

"Temi," I say a bit more firmly, shaking her slightly as I catch sight of the living room clock hanging on the wall.

"What?" Temi mumbles, irritation laced in her voice. Her eyes are shut, and she doesn't move.

"Class," I manage to say, "you've missed your morning class already and you're going to miss your other two classes today if you don't get up."

Temi groans, mumbling something incoherent, but she doesn't budge from her position on top of me.

"Temi, get up," I say, trying my best to sound authoritative and in control. "You've got to go to class."

"That's a social construct," Temi simply replies, still not budging.

"What is?"

"Class. It's created by the rich to keep themselves richer and keep poor people poor."

I blank for a few seconds. It's clear Temi is very much still asleep, as she isn't making much sense.

I think of outrightly picking Temi up and carrying her off me in an attempt to wake her up. I am even about to do so when Temi suddenly adjusts herself.

I stop breathing from the friction between Temi's body on mine. The only thing separating us is our clothes.

Temi groans again and somehow gets her fingers tangled up in my hair. Her face is now resting in the crook of my neck and I can feel the tickle from her warm breath on me. My mind is racing and I'm not sure what to do.

I think of just shaking Temi in a last-ditch attempt to wake her up, but when I look down at her, she appears to be in deep sleep. God knows she needs this sleep.

I forget about my previous efforts to wake Temi up. Instead, I slowly wrap my arms around her, preventing her from rolling over and falling off the couch. Temi responds by snuggling in deeper to me.

I know this shouldn't be happening. I know Temi shouldn't be in my arms right then, or at all, to be honest.

But it feels so good at that moment. So right. Without another thought, I shut my eyes and drift back off to sleep.

Temi's POV

"Temi, come on," Grace whines, taking hold of my arm, "we've gotta be quick. Sean is keeping a lookout."

"Oh my gosh," I say, "we're going to get caught. We're going to get caught, then expelled right before graduation."

"No, we're not," Grace laughs in response, as if what I just said is absurd. As if we aren't the ones sneaking into the Principal's office right then.

"Come on, we need to be quick before school starts," Grace says.

I nod my head obediently and we begin covering up every inch of the Principal's office in sticky notes. It's all part of our Senior Year Prank, and this is the finale. It's the epitome of the prank, pulled off by none other than Grace and I.