Royal Agent

Chapter 4- Player Wakeup

 A/N: **Emma on the side!**

Chapter 4- Player Wakeup

       “Wake up, I’m bored!” someone shouted near me. I groaned and pulled the comforter over my eyes and ears, wishing Cam would shut up. What was she doing up this early—

     “I have hot sauce with me and I am not afraid to use it,” the deep voice said again. Wait, Camilla doesn’t have a deep voice…

     I slowly peeked out from my comforter, and saw an outline of a tall, muscular boy, his back to me. I freaked out and let out a big scream. There are no boys in my school! I pulled the comforter over my head and sunk deeper into it. Oh please no psycho killers! Please!

     “Dork,” someone sneered. I recognize that voice somewhere…

     Then something hit me. Literally.

     “WHAT THE HELL,” I screamed and jumped high on my bed, crawling away from whatever hit me. I pushed my wild curls out of my face and looked to see what the object was, and spluttered upon seeing it.

     It was a telephone. No, seriously, it was one of those wired telephones you see in hotel rooms. Huh?

     I looked around the room and saw a redhead yawning and rubbing her eyes in the bed next to mine.

     “Kellan, I am going to murder you,” she said in a vicious tone. Then she yawned again.

     Ohh, right. I felt enormously stupid for not remembering the mission I was on.

     I looked to where Arabella was glaring to see a perfectly ease Kellan sprawled on the couch next to my bed. He was looking right at me with his trademark smirk.

     Now I knew who chucked the telephone at me. I gave him the meanest glare possible, and muttered bad, bad curses under my breath.

      “Both of you, calm down,” he chuckled. “You would think I interrupted you having se—”

     “Do not finish that, Kellan Lars,” Arabella almost growled at him. Her cheeks were puffed out and her face was slightly pink; she was so adorable because it was like seeing a five year old angry.

     “-Sewing parties,” he smirked at Arabella. “Dirty, dirty mind, Ara,” he winked.

     “Ugh, shut up,” I moaned, still super drowsy, and went back to the comforts of my pillow, and warm, warm comforters…

     “Kellan, she will kill you,” I heard Arabella’s voice in a warning tone. I knew Kellan was up to something but my eyes were already shut tight by now, falling into the depths of sleep…

     SPLASH

     “AHHHH!” I screamed again, jumping out of the comforters and looking for the source of the cold water that I was now drenched in.

    I saw Kellan at the foot of my bed with a water jug.

   “Oops,” he smirked.

     That's it.

     The speed I jumped out of the bed was probably a record speed. I let out a cry of war, and shouted some not-so-pretty insults at Kellan, all the while chasing him out of our room, and into the living room of the suite. Dang, this place was huge.

     Kellan was laughing the entire time, as he ran around the beds, sofas, and other furniture that got in his way, and I chased after him in all my wetness, insulting and growling at him. Seriously, NO ONE messes with me in the mornings if they wished to live.