Dedicated to @trudirectioner12 for her amazing comments throughout the story! :)
CHAPTER 7: The friend request
"Okay mom, I promise I'll take care. Bye for now." I said through the cell phone.
"Okay sweetie. Bye, love you." mom spoke in her motherly tone that can make you happy in your darkest day.
"Love you too."
I placed my phone on the bedside table when a soft knock interrupted me. I decided to put my phone on charging but then the knocking went heavy, like somebody was trying to break down my door.
I rushed to the door and opened it, only to discover a tired Dillan who was rubbing his eyes.
"What happened?" I asked, looking at my poor friend to tell me the reason for his shabby appearance.
"I've a hangover." he murmured.
Just to take the advantage of the moment and irritate Dillan, I began to sing
"He's got a hangover.
He have been drinking too much for sure.
He's got a hangover,
He got an empty cup
Pour hi-"
Before I could finish my fabulous singing, Dillan covered my mouth with his big palm and made a moaning sound for pain.
"Shut up, you sing like a frog." he groaned.
"What?" I gasped dramatically and continued,"I sing like a nightingale. You just don't have the ears to acknowledge my talent."
"Nightingale my ass." he said, dragging himself toward the small kitchen.
"But I don't see any nightingale as your ass." I said innocently, trying to make him more irritated. It's not like he's sick, he drank too much. He should learn control his limit and irritating him will definitely do that.
Even though he completely ignored my last kick ass comeback, I didn't lose hope.
He landed his head on the counter and groaned again. I felt bad for my poor, little friend so I offered him some caffeine to subtle his hangover.
"Thank you." he spoke, taking the mug of coffee from my hand. I sat next to him, patted his back and spoke, “Good job with getting yourself a headache kid."
"Yeah yeah, make fun of me." he muttered. “Just because you have a life like a kid, doesn't mean I'll behave like that as well."
I was confused by his statement. What was he trying to say?
"I'm not a little kid." I pouted.
His eyes glowed with amusement when he turn to me and said, “Come on, even a sixth grader have a better social and love life than you."
I gasped. Punching his arm, I spoke,"I do not."
YOU ARE READING
Surviving The Devil
Romance[Sequel to Pairing Up the Devil] School went the exact way she wanted it to be, with full of love and friendship. But you can't stay in school forever, right? You have to get out of your immature teenage self and face the real world as an adult. Jad...
