Wild Card

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Aziza

I jolted awake at the alarm that was blaring itself through the household. I damn well knew that it wasn't mine because I hadn't set one. Glancing at the clock I had put on the bedside table, I groaned at seeing what time it was. Someone had set and alarm for 6 in the fucking morning. A chorus of grumbles sounded its way through the far wall of the room. A series of banging and thudding footsteps followed before a door creaked open.

Ignoring the liveliness the household, I slumped back into the double bed and closed my eyes again. I managed to gain an extra 5 minutes of sleep before the most obnoxious music started blaring from the same wall the alarm was sounding through.

"Fuck!" I swore, hopefully not loud enough for either Hermione or Ian to hear me, although considering the expletive rap music blasting its way through through the walls of the house, it sounded as though my bad language wouldn't be overly punished.

My godparents, as listed in my actual parents wills, were forces to he reckoned with, especially Hermione. It had become very apparent since I had moved in a week ago, thay she was the ringleader out of the couple. She had the passion of a thousand sun's and didn't dampen down about her thoughts, even over how the dry up cloth was positioned.

"Theo, where did you put my jersey?" A gruff voice bellowed through the house. The shouting continued even when I heard the telltale sign of running water in the shower.

Groaning, I hoisted my now awake body out of bed, realising that there was going to be no more sleep for me until tonight since the household was awake. Thanks to my crippling insomnia, I'd only managed to lull my overreacting subconscious to sleep approximately an hour prior. Stupid fucking antidepressants.

Ian had initially warned me that there would be noise in the morning, but he never told me that there would be a cacophony of noises. Thankfully, the trap music that was playing in the bedroom next to me wasn't absolutely awful. I typically preferred a more MC approach to the rap genre or grime, but it definitely got me moving with its fast paced rhythm.

I yanked on the hoodie that had been ungracefully slung over the desk chair and made a beeline to pack the bag that I'd found in the many boxes that had arrived a week before. The schedule that the school had sent me meant that I'd still be taking the subjects that I had picked for A levels, and my mock scores from it has somehow been converted into a GPA of 2.3. I'm pretty sure thats shit for a GPA in America, but oh well. I shoved my books in that I'd assumed I needed and chucked a small bottle of brandy that I nicked from the convenience shop on the way back from the airport, in it and gave it a quick spill test beforehand. I'd definitely need something to keep me awake. Fuck, where had I put my caffeine tablets?

With the day's underwear in hand, I opened the door out into the hallway and to the bathroom door and hesitated for a second before weakly knocking twice.

"Yeah?" A different voice sounded through the door, this one sounded less expressive than the one before.

"Uh, how long will you be until you're out?" I grumbled, an annoyance sounding in my tone.

A muffled , "Shit," sounded from inside before he spoke again, this time louder, "gimme five minutes and I'll be out!"

"Hey, what the hell!"

I swivelled with the speed and grace of a snail to come face to face with an annoyed looking guy, my eyes drifting to his bleached buzz cut and then down his body and I noticed the fact that he was only in baggy boxers that were covered in rubber ducks.

"Hey, sorry," his expression shifted to something more sincere when he met my unimpressed gaze, "I just need to brush my teeth and Theo said I could go in after him."