Chapter 10: Starbucks

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Chapter 10: Starbucks

Emily's pov.
Sorry!

Important AN at the end please read!

"Ian get your fat ass up!" I throw pillow at his head.

He mutters "I don't have a fat ass" into his pillow and blindly throws the pillow kicking down his lamp.

I laugh whilst he murmurs curse words.

"We're gonna be late for class " I sing skipping around the room.

"I'm not going" he murmurs under his pillow.

I roll my eyes knowing he can't see me. "Fine I'll just find some one else to buy Starbucks for"

That gets his attention because not even a seconds later he snaps up from his bed hitting his head in the process. He groans but gets off none the less.

That's one explanation to his stupidity...

A pillow lands on my face not a second later.

"Ow, what was that for?" I say picking up the pillow.

"I'm not stupid"

Oops. I guess that wasn't an inside thought.

"Okay whatever lazy" I roll my eyes yet again and slap his forearm.

"Violent much"

This time I punch him.

"Be ready in ten Ian" I sigh leaving the room and going to the kitchen.

My phone vibrates a few times but I ignore it and slip on my shoes.

A phone call comes in but I just press the power button stopping the vibrations.

Honestly can't people take a hint.

I put my hair into a bun and slip on a light cardigan

I put my hair into a bun and slip on a light cardigan

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By the time i'm done getting dressed Ian is done also.

"ready" I ask using a small mirror on the wall to pull back a few loose strands of hair.

"yeah lets go Starbucks" he winks.

I just roll my eyes and grab my backpack and walk out the dorm.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket but I ignore it and press the down button on the elevator.

As we stepped on to the elevator I could feel Ian's eyes on me, as if he knew I was hiding something and he was waiting for me to say it, I could do that or I can pretend not to notice. I chose the latter.

Stepping off the elevator my phone buzzed a few more times before Ian exploded.

"Just answer the damn phone!" He all but shouted earning us a few glares.

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