Khyleryle's POV
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Why the hell am I pretending to sleep?!
And what the f*cking hell is she doing? Do I look like a f*cking pillow?
"Hey there, mind to get up? I'm not a f*cking pillow.", I said but she didn't move. What is fucking wrong with her?!!!
She was leaning against my chest. WHAT THE HELL, RIGHT?!!! She was originally facing infront but she suddenly moved her head and THE FUCK SHE'S FACING ME NOW!!!! AND THE UNFORTUNATE TRUTH WAS HER FACE IS JUST AN INCH FROM MINE!!!
I was about to push her away from me when my eyes landed on her FUCKING REDISH LIPS. I gulped and licked my lips. SHIT! WHY THE FUCK AM I FEELING HOT? AND HELL! MY HEART BEATS SO FAST. THIS IS SO NOT COOL. I closed my eyes to calm myself. She's in my left side so I faced my right, I tried to sleep but THE HELL I CAN'T!
"Damn.", I silently cursed.
After several minutes, my eyelids are getting heavy, thank God.
I thought I will be able to sleep but my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up, it's my alarm and its already 4 am.
"Hey there Sleeping Beauty, its morning already. Mind to get up?", I asked in an irritated tone.
"Hmmm, five minutes more mom.", she groaned
"What the hell? Wake up already, I need to take a shower.", I ordered and she didn't even move. Fuck.
I stood up and didn't even care if her head hits the bench. Serves her right.
"Ouch!", I heard her say as I made my way to the shower room. Some of you might be wondering 'why is there a shower room in there?' well, this is a locker room for basketball players that's why.
"Hey!", she shouted at me but I didn't bother to look at her.
"There are two shower rooms, I'll be using the one on the right.", I said before entering the shower room.
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Kashimier's POV
"Ouch", I whispered as I stood up. My whole body hurts, maybe because of my sleeping position.
I carried my bag and entered the shower room–the one on the left. I have an extra uniform and extra undies, I do always bring extra uniform and undies because I have a lot of haters who plays tricks to embarass me infront of the students. No one had ever tried though, I don't know why, maybe because Greg Kraus–a bad boy student here last year but transfered to a nearby school–warned everyone not to lay a finger on me. Boyfriend? Nah. He's just a suitor. And maybe because I and Aaron have the same surnames. Aaron had a do-not-mess-with-me image in the school.
After showering and getting dressed, I neatly packed my PE uniform and went out of the shower room.
I immediately saw Khyleryle fixing his locker.
He just looked at me from head to foot.
"I always bring extra uniform.", I stated and sat on the bench, combing my hair.
Without a word he threw me a jacket–his varsity jacket with his surname, 'De la Vega' written on the back.
