The Chip

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I wake up surrounded by the smell of soap. I turn around and realize that Stefan is still holding me. I get up, careful not to wake him and go into the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, I make a quick note to myself to run out and grab my clothes before showering. I do not need a replay of yesterday so as soon as I brush my teeth I run out and open the cabinet. There's a small package rapped in silver silk that dissolves as soon as I touch it. I pull out a white, oversized shirt and white jeans. They seriously have to start getting some colour in this place.

I take a quick shower and come outside, because I am not in the mood to be drying my hair and making it frizzy. When I come out I smell food.

Not just any food.

I smell pizza.

I don't think I've eaten since they've brought me food. I guess I just assumed they kept me sustained on drugs and whatever technology shit they have here.

I see Stefan standing in front of a white box that's on the bed, and I run for the food, basically jumping on Stefan.

PIZAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I finally have my slice in my hand and I turn around I notice that Stefan is groaning in pain in a heap on the floor.

"Steff? Oh my God! Are you okay?" I say and my eyes widen when I realize he's gripping his... Area.

I hear a sharp intake of breath as he turns over and I just hear "Ow" and "ohh" over and over again...

"Anastasia... Watch the... manhood.... Next.... time you want to... Kick someone" he manages to force out and I feel bad, and I'm really sorry but I can't help but laugh.

"Not.. Funny..." He says through gritted teeth which makes me laugh harder.

I offer him a hand up and he gladly takes it, getting up and flopping down on the bed.

"AHH THE PAIN!!!"

"Stop being so dramatic Steff." I say rolling my eyes. If he thinks that's bad, I don't know what he'd do if he was a girl and got

a) kicked in the boob by a high school cheerleader doing a cartwheel and

b) getting a quarterback throw a football straight into the same boob. (ON THE SAME DAY!!!)

From experience, I can say that it must be much worse than whatever soft little kick I hit him with now. Then again... I am pretty passionate when it comes to food though...

I silently munch on my third slice of pizza while contemplating whether I should try to rouse him before all the food is gone.

One side of me is telling me to keep all the cheesy goodness to myself...

The other side is saying that I should probably be a responsible human about it and share...

Damnit! Pizza will forever be my true love, but I guess Stefan is nice too...

I poke his side repeatedly until he grunts. Why do boys find it necessary to speak in Neanderthal? I will never understand this.

"Get up"

Grunt.

"Stefan. Get. Up."

grunt.

"Okay, I guess I'll just eat the last slice then."

"What the fuck?! How did you eat so— oh."

He sits bolt upright and when he realizes I'm lying and there is, in fact three slices left, he looks confused.

"Okay, so... I guess three slices is better than none..." He looks and touches my stomach, which is left open thanks to the outfit I'm wearing. "But how did half a medium pizza fit in there?"

"I am in love with food. Question a woman's love for food. and it will be ensured that your manhood will be nonexistent the next day." I say simply and he puts his hands up in surrender, grinning.

"Okay, okay, point taken. But I can't help but notice how many of your threats are aimed at my manhood. If you wanted to see it so badly you could have just asked."

Let's just say, that my retaliation involved a certain threat from yesterday about the bed being flipped on top of insufferable, egotistical, assholes.

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