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An obnoxious ringing came from besides the bed.
Dean sighed. Morning already? He tried to sit up in the bed when he noticed something heavy on top of him.
Dean inhaled sharply as he realized that the thing on top of him was another human.
"Hmm...my...m....my..." the heavy object on top of Dean murmured and readjusted, his face buried in the pillow, his shoulder resting in the crook of Dean's neck.
Heart pounding, Dean carefully lifted the body as gently as he could and managed to flip him over with some effort.
The boy had messy black hair and thick eyebrows. His mouth was hanging open and Dean noticed a nasty patch of drool on the pillow.
"God, he didn't even notice me," Dean stood up from the bed and backed away.
He glanced at the alarm clock in the floor next to the bed that was undoubtedly the source of the loud ringing.
"He didn't even wake up!?" Dean exclaimed as he bent down to turn of the clock. Dean set the clock back down and stood up, accidentally knocking over a pile of books that were next to the bed in the process.
"Shit...whatever it's not like he actually cared about this crap because he just left it on the floor..." Dean scoffed as he moved them out of the way with his foot.
Dean glanced over at the boy on the bed who was still motionless. "Damn, this guys is like a rock."
"It would be impossible for even a rock to sleep through all the racket you're making..." the boy mumbled without opening his eyes, then turned so his back faced Dean.
"Try to have a little respect after you barge into someone else's dorm..." he said hoarsely.
Dean's eyes widened and his face grew hot. Well this is off to a terrible start...
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HumorDean Travis, an unlucky junior in high school is sent to "Oregon state boys correctional center for troubled young men" after accidentally setting his high school on fire and being caught with illegal drugs- or so it seems. Dean Travis is actually...