College

Part 8

It has been a week since you've agreed to be Thomas' fake girlfriend. Everything went to its new planned routine.

"You're welcome," You said the time Thomas woke up and annoyingly turned the alarm off. His face changed when his eyes finally landed on you.

"You look nice." He laughed as he stared at you wearing an apron with ketchup stains.

You rolled your eyes at him, "Breakfast is ready."

You walked away and he followed you, still laughing. You started to feel conscious about how you look like right now. The both of you sat and you were about to start eating when you suddenly noticed that he was staring at you while trying to hide his laugh.

"What?" You asked, annoyed.

"You look like a wife." He laughed. You felt annoyed. Flattered, yet still annoyed. There is no appropriate word for it.

"I only cooked once for you and I'm sure it'll be the last." You raised your eyebrow.

"That's unfair! I've been the cook since Monday,"

"So!?"

He started making this pleading face that he always does every time he asks you to do his homework.

"That won't work, Sangster."

"Whatever." He stopped and stayed silent. He looked so pissed and you can't hide the fact that you want to laugh at his face.

He finished eating earlier than he usual does. You stood up and cleaned the table then followed him.

"So, where's the homework you've been mentioning yesterday? Want some help?" You asked him gently.

"Nah, I'm good." He answered while laying on his bed as if he was going to sleep again.

"Are you seriously going to sleep?" You laughed.

"Yeah."

"Its Saturday, Thomas." You retorted.

"So?" He still looked annoyed.

"We have Saturday classes." You answered.

"Oh." was his only response he told you before heading off to the bathroom to take a shower.

After an hour of preparing for school, the both of you were ready to go.