Brandon's POV
"Get the fuck up." She hissed at me.
I groaned and turned around on the bed to face the other side where the sunlight wasn't hitting my fucking face.
Also what the hell was going on? What is her problem? God, save me.
"Get up, ass, we have classes to attend!" She yelled, throwing something from across the room.
"What the-" I groaned. "What class? What?"
"We're in college, if you don't remember." She replied. "Get the fuck out of my room!"
"Your room?"
'her room' ?
"My room." She sighed, giving up on me. Actually, it looked like she gave up on life itself.
She huffed and flopped herself down on her study table chair and groaned. "I'm late already."
"Ugh. Skip." I rolled my eyes.
"Then let's go home?"
"Oh."
"Oh? What the fuck do you mean?"
"I mean okay. Let's go home. Give them a surprise maybe." I sighed, now shuffling around on the bed and pinching the bridge of my nose.
The room fell silent.
"..Brandon?"
"Yeah?"
She took a deep breath, still staring at me. It seemed like the words were stuck on the tip of her tongue.
"Are you okay with this?"
"With what?"
"This."
She pointed a finger in between us.
I put on a poker face and smirked.
"Surely, babe. I've been waiting since forever."
A smile tugged onto her lips.
"Don't call me that, u dumbfuck."
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