Oakley [ON HOLD]

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"Get the fuck up man" Elijah says as he snaps the pillow against my head.

I groan into my pillow as I try and swat him away lazily with my hands.

"Go away" my words muffle into my bedding.

"Dude, it's literally the lunch period, you slept through half of your classes" he deadpans.

I groan pushing myself up from my position and groggily sitting upward. My feet hit the cold wooden floors as the sheets pool around my bare upper half.

My palms rub into my eyes, falling back and running through my messy hair.

A light knocking on the door brings me out of my groggy state.

Elijah walks over and pulls the door open slightly so only his body is seen and nothing more into the room. There's a little quite mumbling before Elijah slightly looks backward at me, checking if I'm looking or not.

My eyebrows furrow at his weird action before I stand up. Quietly walking toward Elijah, he reaches out and grabs something from the other person I still can't see.

"Ok, uhm just let me know"

I instantly pull the door open further as I hear her quiet voice. Her eyes shoot to mine as I stand beside Elijah.

Fuck, even though I saw her yesterday when she rushed out of the washroom, all I want is to be near her again.

Her hazel honey eyes stare up at me in slight surprise, probably not expecting me to be in the dorm during the lunch period. She still looks like she did yesterday, tired and in pain, with her paler complexion and shadowed features.

Then her eyes drop and my eyebrows furrow.

Oh fuck.

She clears her throat and looks away, scrambling I grab a close hoodie and pull it over my bare chest, heat creeping up my neck at the fact that I was standing in front of her with literally only boxe- shit, boxers.

I look down and see only my boxers covering my lower half. I immediately twist my body around, looking around the room for any pants as I hear Elijah chuckling in the background.

"Uhm, I'm gonna go, I'll talk to you later" Oakley murmurs toward Elijah as I pull open the dresser hastily and grab out some sweatpants. Pulling them onto my legs while walking, I essentially stumble over to Elijah while he looks at me like I'm the most ridiculous person he's ever seen.

I just make it to the door as I look towards Oakley again, only she's not there anymore. Looking around, I catch only a glimpse of her curls before her door shuts not too far from us.

My body noticeably deflates and I slump, not gotten to talk to her.

Elijah sighs from beside me as he claps his palm on my shoulder.