Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming [A Vampire Academy fanfiction]

Chapter XVII

"Hey, Emma," Adrian said, whacking the side of my head with the newspaper. I sat up in my bed and glared at him. 

"What?" I climbed out of bed and planted my feet in the cushy carpet of my apartment. I sighed contently.

"We gotta get to the airport, that's what," Adrian proclaimed. "Did you forget all about our plans?" he questioned. 

"No," I enuciated loudly and clearly. Then I breathed deeply. "I've been ready," I said to him.

"Then let's go!" Adrian grabbed his knapsack (borrowed from me since he was such a hick) and took my suitcase as well. "I called Lissa and Wesley already," he said.

"Good." I brushed my teeth and showered.

"Emma, are you going to take all day in there?" Adrian asked. He was outside of my bathroom door.

"No," I replied. "But why are you so excited?" I asked. "Is it because you're going to see--" but once I began I stopped myself. That couldn't have been the reason and I would've been being mean for asking. 

"I'm not excited," Adrian said to me, his voice a little muffled. I stepped out of the shower and dressed myself. He was out there yabbering about something that I couldn't put my finger on. I was tuning him out. He seemed nothing like himself this morning.

"Do you always dress like that?" Adrian inquired as I stepped out of the bathroom. He looked displeased by my outfit.

"Perhaps. Do you have a problem with it?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. Ashley had always said my eyebrows were intimidating. 

"Perhaps," Adrian replied, mocking my tone. I sighed. He was like a big baby with expensive colonge. I could see why he had gotten locked out of his own home. He was like, twenty-something and he was still living with his parents.

Who would date him?

I was wearing a simple, crisply ironed white polo with a pink cardigan paired with a grey plaid skirt. My hair was in a neat ponytail and on my feet were sensible black flats. There was nothing wrong with my outfit. I was a nerd. A prefered a good Nancy Drew book than some series like Pretty Little Liars. I liked appearing neat, sophisticated, and, in a way, innocent.

But I wasn't innocent. 

"It's a weird way to dress. Y'know, you're not like other girls, Emma," Adrian stated plantively. I ignored that remark from him. It sounded nothing like a compliment, and my confident look turned into a sour one.

"Let's just go," I said. 

"Aren't we gonna eat breakfast?" Adrian asked. He certainly was happy. He was like a preppy gay guy on steroids. Did he steal some alcohol while I was sleeping?

"I thought you already ate breakfast," I answered. I opened the drawers. There was cereal, but I was out of milk. 

"I did eat breakfast." Adrian opened the freezer and I peered inside. Sure enough he did. The pancakes were gone and soon I realized the maple syrup was too. Adrian was gonna make me more poor then I already was. I turned towards him and sighed, trying to glare at him. But I ended up laughing instead.

"You're funny," I chortled. He grinned and ran his hand through his messy-but-still-stylish tousled hair. For some reason, that made my heart thump. But only for a few seconds. It was nothing. It was nothing. It was nothing.

I sighed and bit my lip. A shiver went through me. Why was I feeling so awkward around Adrian? Why did I feel this way? I settled on a bagel and popped it into the toaster. 

"What kind of bagel is that?" Adrian questioned, looking like a child. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, looking up at me with hopeful, lusting eyes.