Camiga -> Magica High [Book 1]

Chapter 11

-Lavanya's P.O.V-

I wake up sleeping on my back with Bradley practically sleeping on top of me. His head is angled so I have a perfect view of his face. Bradley's lips are slightly parted as very low snores leave his mouth. I follow my right arm which I have over my head and see his fingers tangled with mine.

We really are very tangled up. I try to pull my hand out of his, but his fingers tighten around mine, keeping me in place. I'm stuck here.

Looking over to his alarm, my eyes widen instantly.

"Shit! Brad," I say and try to push him off me but he's way too heavy. "Brad!" I exclaim, shaking him a bit.

"Mmm... Five more minutes, mom," he mumbles, stuffing his face into my neck. He then proceeds to let out a huff making the air tickle my neck. I can't help but let out a giggle at the sensation.

"Brad, wake up," I groan and he just mumbles some stuff, tickling me even more. At some point, I burst out laughing and squirming around. He grunts when my knee ends up hitting his stomach. "I'm sorry," I apologize quickly.

"Keep still, Anya," he whines, trying to go back to sleep.

"No, we're late, Brad. It's p-" I'm cut off by knocking on the door. I freeze and Brad's eyes finally open. I can feel him grimace against my neck before he lifts his head from it to check the time. When he see that we're very late, his blue eyes get a lot wider.

The door swings open just then and we both look in anticipation of who the person is.

"Please don't be Marcus," I whisper, earning a nod of agreement from Brad.

"Brad? Are you okay, man? You weren't at the gym and I didn't see you in class ei-eh...." Lucas.

"Thank God," Brad sighs and then falls on top of me again, making me cough a bit.

"Ow, I'm a lot smaller than you," I complain, trying to push him off again. Let me tell you, it is impossible. He's a lot bigger than me. He's also still holding my right hand and my left one is at an awkward angle, so I really can't move much in general.

"What the... Did you have sex?" Lucas asks in shock. I literally choke on my own silava at his words.

"What do you think?" Brad asks him, not looking faced by the question at all. "Of course we did." I gape and wiggle around.

"We did not! I'm even dressed, so is he. And the hell, sex is gross," I protest. Now both of them look at me weirdly.

"What? Sex is not gross. On the contrary, it's pretty damn amazing," Lucas says, making me cringe.

"Dude, I'm still 15, it's gross," I tell them, now both of their eyes widen. Bradly gets off me and then just sits in front of me instead, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Er... 15? But we're 17..." Brad says, pointing to himself and Lucas.

"I know, I turn 16 on new years, remember. I'm basically two years younger than everyone else here." I inform them, propping myself up on my elbows now.

"I did not see that coming," Lucas mumbles, making me chuckle.

"Do I look old or something?" I ask them as I get out of the bed. I stretch and walk to stand beside Lucas, showing them that I just reach his chest. "I'm tiny if you haven't noticed." Lucas ruffles my already messy hear, making me pout in annoyance as I try to fix the nest that is my hair.

"You could totally be my little sister," he says, his grey eyes saddening a bit. Yeah, his little sister lost her fight against leukemia when he was 9 and she was 7.