In Your Dreams

1 || Phoebe Summers

I knew I should have slept early and not waste any more time on writing in my diary. The consequences of that was dire. Because as of now, I'm running from my dorm to the building to where my first class is located. To add some stress early in the morning, my phone reminded me a half and hour before my quiz for my morning course. So it's definitely acceptable to run outside to the building with no preparation for the quiz as well as showering.

Stupid Diary, I should not have put an entry yesterday. Now, I have to hope and rely on my stock knowledge about Ethics. It was my fault in the beginning for choosing Ethics for being my first subject in the morning. I thought it will be all about morals and dilemmas, so it'll be an easy pass... It turns out it's about learning different ethical approaches of different philosophers. It's a fun course to study, but it ain't fun if class starts early in the morning. My mind is still asleep, and it'll take at least 5 hours for it to finally work properly. I said "at least" since that's how it normally works if I did have a goodnight sleep. But staying up late would probably take my mind to rebooting about 7 hours. That ain't ideal especially I have a quiz to take about ethical approach.

About ten minutes, I'm already at the entrance of a building where my quiz will be held. I pull out my phone, panting and holding on the wall for my dear life while checking if I'm still late. Granted, I should have kept going to really make sure I'm still on time. That's the smartest decision I will make to start this day—but my tired body needs its well-deserved rest after running across the campus ground.

I closed my eyes for a second all while trying to catch the breath I've miss having circulating around my body. Glancing down on my phone and read the time, and when it's only 10 minutes left before the class starts, I begin to melt as a sigh of relief violently pushes its way out of my lungs. Ultimately, I leaned my back on a wall and rests my head until I'm staring at the hallway's ceiling.

"Someone hadn't had their coffee," a familiar voice entered my ears. The moment that voice get registered in my brain, my head immediately lifted down to see the asshole's face.

Emmett fucking Larkin is standing in front of me with a huge grin on his face. A grin that shows his dimple—that's totally not cute at all. After letting my eye loiter around his face, they decided to glance around to see his entire profile. Apparently, the guy might be a morning person since he's well-dressed with his black shirt and brown faux leather jacket. You'll think that we're living where there's constant snow, but it's in the middle of February, and there's no snow can be found anywhere.

"Leave me alone, Emmett. It's early in the morning and I honestly don't want anyone ruining it." I close my eyes for a second because maybe he'll get the memo and leave me alone for now. But when I opened them, the grin on his face grew even more from before.

The jerk shakes his head, omitting my request of him going away. "I didn't expect to see you this early, but since here you are... Might as well make my morning more enjoyable."

"By annoying the shit out of me?" I ask even though I already know the answer to my question.

"By annoying the shit out of you, yes." Emmett nods his head, looking proud that I've got it correct.

A groan unknowingly escapes my lips which inevitably made the person in front of me release a chuckle. My eyes scanned around to me find myself a way to get out of this before I lose my temper this early in the morning. When they land on the guitar case that's hanging behind him, my eyes narrowed and focused on them instead of the guy's face.

"Don't you have band practice to attend to?" I ask, hoping he'll listen and just go away.

"Don't you have an Ethics quiz to take today?" He crossed his arms over his chest.