This may or may not be one of those typical dorm room stories...
Emily Reece is a girl full of surprises. She's been through hell and back but one would never know, that is unless you google her. Did I forget to mention she's kind of Royalty?
What...
"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
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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.
