New Starts

Chapter 7

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

I groaned at the persistent noise and slapped at the alarm clock behind me. The weird thing was, I didn't hit anything plastic, in fact it was kinda soft. However in my sleepy haze I didn't make the connection until someone grabbed my wrist and growled, "If you keep hitting me I am smashing the alarm clock on your head."

I freeze, what? That's when I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings - I was facing a wall that was a different colour to my wall. When did my wall change colour? Thats when it hit me: this wasn't my room. And the arm around my waist, wasn't mine. And the breath on my neck, wasn't mine. Wait, how could any of those be mine anyway? I needed to wake up. Obviously this was just a dream. Right?

But it wasn't.

Last night I got kicked out of my room and Percy and James let me stay in theirs. I slept in James' bed with James. I turned around and James took his arm off my waist and rolled onto his back: I didn't realise how warm I'd felt with him next to me and suddenly I was cold. Wow, that sounds really creepy. He moved his arm so it covered his face and I could see his bicep flex. I swallowed, what the hell is wrong with me? I spent one night next to a friend and I'm drooling over his arm (not literally, of course).

"Sleep well?" James' voice was lower than usual, sleep ridden. Jesus, stop.

I nodded, "You?"

James smirked, "Better than usual."

My cheeks burned at the hidden message until I laughed. This is ridiculous.

I decided to change the subject, "Y'know I took you as a morning person."

"I am a morning person." He argued, glancing at me.

"Yeah ok, Mr-I-am-smashing-the-alarm-clock-on-your-head." I mumbled, "Morning person my arse."

"You were the one that hit me, thinking I was a stupid alarm clock!" He growled.

"That's the second time you've growled at me this morning." I pointed out. Not that I'm complaining.

James laughed before rubbing his face and sitting up. I glanced at the actual alarm clock, it read 7:45. Our lit class was in 45 minutes. Yeah, after my first lesson I'd gone back to Dory, the receptionist, to ask to change my class time to a more manageable hour. The only problem with changing: all of Professor Grant's classes were full and he actually seemed like a decent professor. Aria and James were also in the class which was a plus. Therefore I sucked up the pain of having one early class a week and forced myself out of bed to make sure I got food without it all running out.

"Get up." James said as he stretched and walked over to Percy shoving his roommate in the shoulder.

"If he's not up in 5 minutes throw something at him. He has swim practice at 8:30 and he can't get his lazy ass up in the morning."

I nodded in response as James walks into the bathroom, "I'm getting a shower."

I never got why people shower in the morning. I mean, I couldn't because I value sleep too much but even if you didn't mind getting up it's just so ... eurgh. You're just going to get all hot and sweaty during the day, so why not just get one at night? Your hair would be wet for the rest of the day if you didn't have time to dry it. Also, another thing, like, you'd have to do everything so quickly when at night you can just take your sweet time. I am a chief procrastinator when it comes to showering, I wait forever to actually get in the shower and then just sit around in a towel for hours after it. But can you do that in the morning? Nope. I rest my case.