“So, Caroline, how’s college?” I asked excitedly, taking off my robe and sliding under the duvet.
“Exhausting.” she said simply and we laughed.
“But you like it, right?”
“I love it.”
“Good, then.”
“What about you and Bradley?” she asked sheepishly and I frowned, shooting a quick glance at her.
“What?”
“Are you together yet?”
“What’s up with you and insisting on this?”
“I don’t know, is there something to insist on?”
“For God’s sake, Caroline, that’s ridiculous.” I laughed the subject away and laid down, turning my back to her.
“That’s a shame.” she whispered.
“Why?” I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“Cause you would make a cute couple.”
A surprised smile crossed my face and I closed my eyes.
Before I could drift in to unconsciousness, though, my phone buzzed over the nightstand. I grabbed it, sighing.
Miss you with me. When are we going to do that again? x Brad
Do what? I typed, smiling.
Sleep together, what else would it be?
Oh, I don’t know, your mind is just unpredictable. And you just need to cross your garden once I’m at my place. Alri, I’ll go to sleep. Goodnight.
Goodnight, sweet dreams. :)
I barely put my phone down and it buzzed again. What did he want now?
Guess who? Hope you can sleep well. (:
What. The. Fuck. Who could that be?
My heart froze as realisation of who it just might be that sent that text washed over me. I put the phone back to its previous position and laid my head back down on the fluffy pillow, feeling awake as ever. Well, now I won’t be able to sleep well.
*
“Hell…” Brad’s voice filled my ears and I shivered, opening my eyes.
“Let me sleep…” I threw one of my pillows at him and turned around on the bed, my back to him now.
“You need to get up.” he laid beside me, stroking my waist and kissing the part of my cheek that wasn’t covered by my hair.
“Why?”
“Because breakfast is ready and your mom wants you there.”
“What time is it?”
Brad reached out his hand and grabbed my phone from the bedside table.
“9:35. And look! A new text message!” he happily pressed “read” and I snapped the phone out of his hands, scared that it could be something from the same person from last night.
“It’s not nice to read other people’s texts, you know?” I hissed, hiding my phone behind my back.
“Why? Do you have anything to hide?”
A second passed before I mumbled, “…No.”
“Then let me see it!” he whined and I sat over the phone.
