I Nerd You, You Nerd me

Chapter Four - Sweatshirts

Rogan's POV

       I groaned at the vibrations my my cellphone was sending through out my bed. The covers and comforter were mangled around my body. I must not have slept well. Again. Picking up my phone I noticed the text message was from Kyle asking if the meeting was still on for today. My fingers numbly text back yes and I collapsed agaisnt the bed.

      It was ten am. Meeting was at eleven. Had to be there early to look good because i'm the dungeon master. I buried myself in my bed childishly.

     Soft knocking made me peek up from my pillows, they obviously weren't comming in, but also were not going to stop. I heaved myself out of my lovely,inviting and comforting haven.

       As soon as I opened the door I could see a  petite red head slipping on her shoes and getting out of the apartment.

     Of course I could only see that from over Mark's Shoulder.

     I raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. Mark was already dressed in sporting jeans,t-shirt and a hoodie jacket. My emsamble was much more, bare. 

     I had on a pair of baggy sweat pants.

     That was all, besides my boxers but you couldn't see them.

   " I have to drive," Mark paused, his eyebrows furrowing," Lauren home and pick up stuff so unless your walking to D&D, get ready."

    Before I could argue with him he cut me off.

    " Don't bitch at me about it now, bitch at me about it later. I know dick move, but shove it for a second."

      I slammed the door in his face. The car first of all, was mine, even if he did pay for gas when he used it. I guess I did really have a second and third of all.

      Dropping my sweat pants, I grabbed for the closest pair of jeans I had and shrugged them on. Thank god they happened to be pretty clean. Throwing on a wife beater and a pale gray sweatshirt finished off my lovely look. I'd always hated sweatshirts, I used to think they looked just awkward in general till i found nice ones. I'll admit, I looked good in them.

     Not all guy cared about there looks. It's not like I did overly, but it was nice to know when a girl looks at you, it's not because I look like I dressed my self in the dark.

     Leaving my room, I jumped into the bathroom combing down my hair and brushing my teeth. It was fluffy sorta, curling lightly but only so little it looked like small waves.

     The coolness of morning nipped at my face as I rushed down the staircase and into the car. The best part of the apartment was not having hallways and long lengths to go through. You just had to open your door and you were already outside. Like a motel but way better.

     Mark had the heat buzzing lightly. The red head who must be Lauren was pressed up agaisnt the window pratically. I think i've seen her before in the same position. Looking into the vanity mirror i caught her eye.

   " Good Morning," I mumbled half heartedly.

   She rolled her eyes and stared back out the window. I turned and looked at Mark who was driving.

   " You must be bad in bed or something cause she seems really unhappy."

    Giggles erupted from the back silently. Mark glared at me and swung his fist into my stomach, stopping the car infront of another aprtment building a couple blocks away. Lauren got out.

    The car went off again driving down the road. I looked at him again.

    " Are you bad in bed?" I couldn't help laughing.