Roommate Badboy - Wicked Academy

30

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a pale glow across the room. The lingering haze of last night's events still clung to the air, and Jason lay sprawled out on the bed, trying to hold onto whatever sleep he could salvage. His head throbbed, the remnants of the drugs making everything feel heavy, his body sluggish, and his mind tangled in a fog.

Jason let out a dramatic sigh, flopping onto his back beside her, one arm draped over his face. "School," he groaned, as if the word physically pained him. "The cruelest invention of mankind."

Stella rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, please. You just don't want to get up."

He peeked at her from beneath his arm, his eyes clouded with discomfort. "Can you blame me?" he sighed, his hand instinctively going to his forehead as if to relieve the pounding headache.

Stella shot him a disapproving look, folding her arms. "It's your own fault, you know," she said, her voice sharp with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "You can't just take that crap and expect no consequences."

Jason groaned, dragging a hand through his messy hair, wincing as his fingers tugged at the knots. "You're cruel."

"You'll live," she said with a sigh, stretching her arms above her head. She felt the discomfort of the morning settle in, but it was the weight of disappointment that lingered most, a quiet frustration she couldn't shake.

Jason propped himself up on his elbows, eyes still barely open, his body heavy and uncoordinated. He watched her with an almost predatory gaze, though the sharpness was lost behind his dazed expression. "You know, we could be a little late."

Stella snorted. "Yeah? Tell that to Professor Steinfeld. I'm sure she'll be super understanding."

Jason sighed dramatically, as if leaving the bed might take all the energy he had left. He collapsed back onto the pillows, arm flopping over his face again. "Fine. Go. Leave me to suffer in my tragic, empty bed."

She huffed, sitting up fully, feeling the lingering tiredness from the night before. "Unlike you, I actually have responsibilities."

Jason smirked, propping himself up on one elbow. He tried to look at her, but his gaze was unfocused, his head throbbing. "Responsibilities? What, making sure West doesn't trip over his own feet?"

Stella shot him a sharp look. "Shut up."

He grinned weakly, too worn out to fully embrace his usual bravado. "Make me."

Stella ignored him, grabbing her uniform and tossing them onto the bed, her movements swift but efficient. She was already behind on what was expected of her today, but she couldn't ignore the way Jason still struggled to sit up, the way his head seemed to weigh him down like a rock.

Jason dragged himself upright again, his body stiff as he ran a hand through his messy hair, clearly feeling the aftereffects of last night's drug-induced haze. "I think I need more sleep," he muttered, barely able to focus as his eyes glazed over.

Stella pulled her clothes on, trying not to let the tension in the room get to her. Her thoughts were still clouded with the events of last night.

His eyes followed her movements, a glint of quiet pleasure in them, as if watching her change in front of him, unbothered, was a privilege he'd earned without ever needing to ask. But even that didn't fully hide the exhaustion that clung to him. "You really think you can drag me to that breakfast?"

Stella crossed her arms, unwavering. "I'm not dragging you. You're coming because you don't have a choice."

Jason flashed a sly grin, but made no attempt to move. "You're a sadistic little thing."