The Farm Girl Meets The Alpha

Chapter 21

I groan when my alarm clock goes off at its normal time of 6:30. I really don't want to get up. Last night after Amy officially moved into my room we discovered that we both required a lot of sleep and decided to put off getting to know each other a little better for today. Amy fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, but I was up for another 30-45 minutes. Amy snores a lot; I kept thinking about holding a pillow over her face just so I couldn't hear it, then I realized that would be a bad idea because she'd more than likely try to kill me. I grudgingly roll out of my bed (quite literally) and land on the floor beside it. The jarring sensation of hitting the floor wakes me up enough to be able to go to the bathroom and start my day.

I get out of the bathroom and Amy is still asleep in her bed. I look at the time and notice that it's 7 o'clock and she needs to get up and get dressed. I carefully walk towards her bed and tap her on the shoulder then rip my hand away. She didn't even move so I started shaking her shoulders and that didn't work either. I climbed onto her bed and then started jumping up and down singing the chorus of 'Mercy' by Shawn Mendes at the top of my lungs. I'm still jumping when our bedroom door opens and I notice Jeremy standing there. "Are you okay," he asks me.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well I mean I could take a video and show it to you later, but I'd be tempted to show others too."

"Your sister is hard to wake up. And she snores, it took me forever to fall asleep," I complain to him. Jeremy just laughs in response.

"It's not funny."

"Yes it is, she doesn't snore."

"What do you mean? I heard it loud and clear last night."

"We've always told her that she snores, but she really doesn't so whenever she fake sleeps she will make snoring noises."

"Seriously? Who came up with that and why?"

"Mark did. When we were younger he had a thing for Amy and liked embarrassing her."

"Oh. So did anything ever happen with that?"

"Not really, they're like siblings."

"Okay, well you should do me a favor and wake up your sister so I can go downstairs and make a cappuccino because I didn't get that much sleep."

"I will," he says and a little bubble of happiness wells up inside of me," but only if you agree to go on a date with me," and then there goes the bubble. I mean it would be nice and everything, but I really don't want to try anything just yet. Since I never got off the bed I start jumping on it again as I turn away from Jeremy.

"Oh wow, okay. Um... Well, I can still wake her up. Go downstairs and fix your coffee."

"Cappuccino," I correct him once I've made it to the doorway to leave, "I'm sorry," I whisper knowing that he can still hear it as I walk down the hallway.

*****

After the awkward conversation that Jeremy and I had this morning I figured it would be best to maybe try to ignore him. I didn't like blowing him off like that it's just the fact that if I hadn't known that we're mates would I even like him at this point? I know that doesn't really matter, but it still bothers me. I sound like a teen girl from those cheesy romance novels, I love him, but I hate him. Come on, give me a break. It's just that I'm not good at figuring out how I feel let alone expressing that. When we get back to the house I'll have to suck it up and tell him that I will go on a date with him, but it can't be just the standard dinner and a movie or bowling.

These are my thoughts as I walk to my child development and parenting class after lunch for fourth period. We get inside and I get out my notes packet and my textbook to write some of the definitions I haven't finished yet. When Mrs. Gabrielson stands up in front of the room everyone goes quiet. I look up to see why and find out that she has the robotic baby dolls that we take home for a grade on display. They look exactly like a regular baby doll, but they actually cry, need fed, burped, rocked, plus changed. My sister, Julianna, brought one home when I was like in kindergarten or first grade and it was a nightmare. 'Well crap, I have to feed how many people and take care of that thing now to this weekend '.