Their Teacher

Random Wake-up Calls and Weird Starbuck's workers

Waking up to people talking is not fun. Actually, I don't think real people are talking.

I peeked open one eye slowly, my eye landing on my telly. That was the only sound heard from anywhere.

"Look who's awake!" A voice cheered out, causing me to flinch at the sudden outburst.

My head hurts so badly right now!

I may have thought that I was kidnapped by crazy psychopaths, so I might have accidently kicked someone in the 'no-no' area. I know that because a 'masculine' groan had escaped their lips, causing the same voice who said 'hello' to laugh.

I fully opened my eyes, only to see Harry, and Jake. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention who Jake is, he's my-

I was cut out of telling you who Jake is, when Jake himself's loud, booming voice echoes throught my house.

"What the hell is going on?" He spat out, trying to look intimidating. What did I do?

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at both of the boys.

"I mean who the hell is this guy, and why was he here alone with you!" Jake growled protectively. Yeah, he's always over protective. Actually, 'over' is an understatement, more like, obsessively protective is the word.

"Him, oh he's just a student, and actually, I don't know why he's here, or how I even got home." I explained, the more words I said, the more I was becoming confused.

"Oh." was all he responded with, looking down in shame.

"Yeah, so calm your tits, and get off your man period." I scoffed, throwing the amazingly warm blankets off my body.

"Anyways, Jake, this is Harold, Harold, this is my bestfriend Jake." I introduced the two of them, Harry physically un-tensing.

They shook hands awkwardly, before turning back to me.

"Well, I uh... I just wanted to borrow some chips, so I'll just be getting that and then leaving." Jake awkwardly stated, slowly heading backwards into my kitchen.

"Yeah. you do that, just pay me back." I chuckled, waving him out.

"Well that was awkward." Harry chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Harold, what the hell are you doing in my house?" I spat. What, I can be however mean I want to him, I mean he basically neck raped me.

Remember when I had to work on some questions with him and the four other boys? And remember when he just randomly told me I'm 'hot' when I'm mad? Yeah, then when he locking lips to neck with MY neck

"You don't remember?" He questioned curiously. He raised a brow, moving into the couch right near me.

I am so not down with this.

He took my questionable silence as a no, and continued talking in that deep voice that I find very hard to tell what he's saying.

"Yesterday, you were acting really weird, so I took you to see the nurse. once she checked to make sure you weren't dying sick, I kinda sorta demanded that I would take you home." Harry explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Alright, thanks I guess." I mumbled, wishing things would go back to when everything was so fascinating.

"Anytime doll." He winked, subtly moving closer to me.

He ruins everything!

I had just apologized to him, something I rarely do, and he ruins it all with a stupid flirting like thing!