Losing Trust (sequel to Secret Admirer) ON HOLD

Chapter Twenty Seven. FUDGE MY LIFE. ONCE AGAIN

"Morning." I hear someone whisper in my dream.

"What." I reply, refusing to move.

"School." The voice says softly.

"Who cares. Let me go back to sleep. It's not time to get up yet." I mumble.

"Get up."

"I know this is a dream. Stop ruining my sleep."

"It's real life Aria."

"But I'm in a dream."

"Aria."

"Dear God... I know I like having dreams and all but please... Just this once, may I have peace?"

"No."

"I thought you were on my side."

"Ariaaaa."

"...mm"

"Aria!!!"

I suddenly feel cold water being splashed on my face and body. I sit up abruptly and see Nishinoya sitting on me with a smirk on his face.

"I thought you were on my side." He mimics me in a babyish tone.

"That wasn't a dream?"

"No. No it wasn't."

"Fudge. My. Life."

"We have school by the way. It's seven. So get up."

I throw my pillow at him and walk to my bathroom.

"At least I can't see any alcohol on the floor. That's a good sign." I mumble to myself.

"Yeah." I hear him say behind me.

I sigh and walk into my bathroom, locking the door behind me. I strip off my clothes and hop into the shower. Five minutes only Aria. Not thirty. Not today.

*

I turn off the shower and draw open the curtain to see Nishinoya standing there with a toothbrush in his hand. Immediately, I shut the shower curtain, almost ripping it off the pole.

"Nishinoya!" I shout at him.

"Yes?" He replies calmly, continuing to brush his teeth.

"What the fudge are you doing in my bathroom when I am having a shower?"

"Well..." He takes his toothbrush out of his mouth and looks at me. I draw the curtain around me more and glare at him, "I wanted to brush my teeth."

"There are plenty of bathrooms." I snarl.

"I know. Stop bragging. Geez." He smirks at me but I keep my glare, "also... Why do you say fudge?'

"You. Are. So. Annoying." I say, mentally screaming in my head.

"I know. Also... You've been in the bathroom for thirty minutes."

"Fudge."

"I don't have any." He smirks.

"I want to slap you right now."

"Why can't you?" He asks, drawing closer to me.

"I'm naked you idiot."

"So..."

"So I'm not moving until you get out."

"Why not?"

"Shut up with the questions and just pass me a towel you idiot."

"Oh no!" He says in a babyish tone.