Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 35. Complete Strangers

Wednesday

A beeping noise rang through the walls of my room, disturbing the rare solitude of my dreams. I kept my eyes shut, forcing myself to go back into my deep slumber. But, to my displeasure, someone wouldn't let me.

"Your alarm . . . wake up." His irritating, hoarse voice was enough to keep me awake for a few seconds.

I groaned and pressed my face against the pillowcase, "Forget it."

"Get up." He muttered, even though he himself is still half-asleep.

"I forgot to set it. I don't have a class this morning." I vaguely explained, "My class starts in the afternoon, I can sleep in."

I heard shuffling beside me, "It's noon already."

"I. Know." I said through gritted teeth, "I have . . . a couple of hours more."

"We should probably get up." He monotonously said.

"You get up first." I ignored and kept my eyes closed, hoping to fall back to sleep, "I'm staying."

After finally getting him to shut up and leave me be, I felt his weight shift on the bed, though I noticed he didn't get off of it. Now what is he up to . . ? I went to bed early last night, yet I still want to sleep in. Maybe it's because I haven't slept this well ever since－well, ever since I moved here.

I took a deep breath before raising my head and glancing at Dylan, wearing a white shirt and a pair of PJ's, who's sitting upright as he hazily scrolled through his phone. I grabbed the blankets and rolled myself in it, leaving none for him.

I felt him pull it away from me, "It's cold."

"I know." I groaned before pulling the blanket over my face, "If you're gonna get up, then get up already." I shooed before trying to go back to sleep.

"I really hope you aren't normally like this." His husky voice kept me up once again, "You live alone now, you should be more responsible."

"I just haven't slept well in a long time." I said in the speed of light, defending myself, "I know what I'm doing, my class starts at three, I'm not gonna be late."

"Sure . . ." He said in a condescending tone.

Feeling a little irked, I removed the blanket on my face and looked at him, "What?"

"Oh, nothing." He dismissed.

"What is it?" I grew more annoyed.

"New house, new job, new life." He began, "Living alone, yet you can't pick yourself up in the morning." He snorted.

"I just wanted to sleep, that doesn't mean I can't wake up by myself." I argued and sat up, "How else do you think I go to work everyday?"

"Do you?"

"Well, do you?" I threw the question back at him.

"Of course." He smugly replied.

"Sure, but I think you're running a little late today, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the next day, and the－"

"Yeah, shut up, I'm hungry." He dismissed, "Anyway, I got you up, kindly cook for me because I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday morning." He sighed. Ugh, I just realized my sleepiness is gone.

"Cook?" I muttered, "I don't think I have anything downstairs to cook."

Dylan gave me a look of disbelief, "Then, what the hell do you do for food?"

"There's a diner around here, it's not that far." I mumbled.

He stared at me for a while, shaking his head, "It's a mistake to let you live by yourself."