Buried Wishes ✔

Chapter 5: The prince-charming-might-be-bad-boy type.

~ [Evelyn] ~

I woke up this morning because I had gotten used to my work schedule, so waking up at 5 in the morning was a norm. As soon as I looked over to my silent alarm clock and remembered that it's a Saturday, I immediately threw my blanket over my head and went back to snoring.

I finally got up at around 9, brushing my teeth and taking a shower. It was finally the weekend, and I planned on making the most of it, with an online order of a large meat lover's pizza and an endless list of rewatchable shows on Netflix.

Crawling back into bed, I had my hair wrapped in purple towel on my head and a short cami that really didn't hide much. I opened my laptop and sent my browser straight onto Netflix, not hesitating to click on an episode of Friends that I've probably watched like twenty times already.

Just as the show was loading, I received a video call from Mason. I raised an eyebrow at it, but accepted the call anyway.

"Hey," he greeted me with a giant grin his face. It's contagious, making me follow suit.

"Hi, what's up?"

"Do you have time? Wanna talk about the assignment?" He looked different today, more relaxed in his plain white t-shirt and bedhead. He looked amazing, even when he was lazy.

Are you kidding me? I want to lick him.

"Yeah, su-" I paused as his video and audio halted, freezing at a weird half smile, half sigh.

Then the call ended. What?

He tried calling me again, but as soon as he got on the screen, he was frozen again. After a few more tries, I got a call on my phone.

"Hey, sorry. It does that sometimes," he apologized as if it was his fault. His hair was different, a little more pulled back. I started to imagine him running his fingers through his dark brown hair as he grew frustrated with his online connection.

Hot.

"So what now? You want to talk on the phone about this? Conference call?" I asked him, as I closed my Netflix tab. Sigh. See you later, old friend.

"Actually I was thinking we could go to the library? I'm actually just sitting here in one of the study rooms on the 4th floor of the Maynard Library." His voice sounded raspy and it stirred something inside of me.

"Ugh. Okay, I'll be there soon. By the way, did you sleep there or something?" He looked tired and it was weird to see him look less than perfect. He's always had that prince-charming-might-be-bad-boy look, approachable and hot as fvck. But the image just earlier... He seemed more like the goofy boy crush that I would have swooned over any day.

"Yeah, I did," he chuckled lightly into the phone, "You should come in pj's, too, so we all can match. I'll tell Liam to change out of his work clothes. He always looks like a douche in them."

I laughed and then looked down at my exposed belly. Nope. Changing out of this.

~o~

I waited in the elevator of the library, tapping my foot as I rested my weight on one hip. I was wearing a thin navy blue racer back tank top and my loose pair of pink and white striped boxer shorts. I almost walked out of my apartment with bunny slippers, but settled with a black pair of flip flops.

I hadn't brushed my hair, and while for the most part it remained rather straight, there were waves here and there from the lack of taming. I looked like a mess, but no one was looking, because in college, no one gives a sh!t if you're wearing a snuggie or riding a Razor scooter around. You do you, and you don't judge because these years are when your looks need to reach rock bottom for your grades to stay afloat.