Changle my plans, Initial

CHAPTER 2

BAD BOY

The morning light wakes me up. My palm instinctively travels over my face to prevent the sun from reaching my sensitive eyes. I feel empty and tired. Today my goal is not only to get out of bed but also to survive this difficult Saturday. I probably won't either.

Reluctantly, I straighten up in a sitting position and approach the edge of the bed. I put my slippers on and walk to the bathroom. After I do my morning hygiene routine, I take a tablet and sit down at the table. I call John who hasn't answered in a while. I give up the thought of answering, take a deep breath, and close my eyes.

,,Hey." His voice cracks as his throat vibrates because I obviously woke him up. His hair is tousled and tangled. Rub your eyes and look at me.

,,Did I wake you up?" I laughed at the very thought of taking revenge on him for that potato so quickly. Obviously so, but I want to hear the annoyance in his voice.

,,Yes." My ears ached from the deep voice. He inhaled and looked beside him. He closed his eyes from fatigue. He looks like he's asleep again.

,,Do you want me to come earlier?" He muttered lazily, tiredly, and exhausted, without opening his eyes. I roll my eyes and let go of the soft chair. Is he really that silly? I don't answer for a while so he decides to open his eyes. Today there is not one huge under-eye area like yesterday. He seems to be having a good rest, which actually surprises me because he said that last night after our conversation, he spent the evening with Archer in front of a televised football match. I can imagine what it looked like. John is impulsive and easy to get angry, he knows how to get angry just as quickly.

,,Did you sleep well?" He turned on his stomach and hugged the pillow. He laughs at the pillow for his question, and I frown at his casualness. He is not at all ashamed that he interrupted me yesterday without saying goodbye, not to mention how our conversation, which usually takes place on Friday, ended. I cross my arms over my chest. I defend myself again with silence, hoping to annoy him.

,,Jesus, Andrea, are you upset again?" He is the one who sulked at me yesterday. I was reasonable, and he was arrogant. Who's crazy here? I roll my eyes, to which he replies with a satisfied smile.

,,You are free to stay in that bed all day. I won't let you get what you want. You can die of boredom, I won't even know." I say without showing any emotion to take me seriously. A cynical smile stretched across his lips, and his eyes gleamed. It's really spoiled rubbish. Does he think he can control me and get everything he asks of me because he is older, male or my gender? Get it in your ass. Today he will not get what he wanted.

,,Are you in a bad mood today? Don't worry, we will eradicate it." With wide eyes. I can't believe he doesn't take me seriously. He spins me around his little finger thinking I'll give in to him because I always do. Is he really serious?

,,No, ten is fine." Although I had no plans to spend Saturday night with him, that opportunity presented itself to me. I'm not going to use it because I don't want to spoil it too much. He may come and knock on the door, but by Monday, when he has to go to college, he will surely give up. I told him what he wanted to keep quiet about, just to avoid further discussion.

,,Then see you at ten, I have to go." The left grumbles in a hoarse voice. I know he hasn't woken up yet and I'm very amused by the fact that I woke him up.

,,Where to? Sleep?" He laughed from ear to ear and settled between the pillows.

,,I wanted to spend the whole day rolling around on this bed to be fresh rested at ten." That explains why he suggested a date for his arrival so late. That actually makes some sense when it comes to John.