Pretty Weird.

Chapter Three

"Jay get up." Oli said poking me. Ugh can he not? I'd really rather just sleep then drag myself back to school. College is not all parties, drinking, and drugs. It's a lot of pain in the ass classes and obnoxious assignments. I could just stay comfy in my warm bed. 'JAYMES!' He screamed leaning into my face.
'Oliver I will end you.' I calmly stated before slowly opening my eyes being greeted by my idiotic brother. He stood already completely dressed grinning down at me. 'You have fifteen minutes' I glanced at my phone pulling it off the charger seeing the time 8:45 am. I groaned rolling onto my back. 'Can't we cut first class and go to IHOP of something?'
'And miss a maybe important lesson? God I thought you'd never ask. This is why I didn't eat you in the womb.' 'You wouldn't have had a chance.' I rolled my eyes getting up and heading to my closet. I sent a quick text to Calum, who had given me his number last night, letting him now that we were cutting first class. We were supposed to meet him.
'Inviting your boyfriend?'
'I was not, but thanks for reminding me.' I laughed opening my curtains sure enough seeing Michael still passed out in his bed. I pulled up his contact on my phone before hitting call. I watched as the red head blindly shuffled through the mess of his bed side table before eventually finding his phone.
'Hello?' He yawned into the phone.
'I don't understand why you take am classes when you never wake up for them.' I rolled my eyes.
'Because one day I will go to class and surprise everyone.' He snapped back turning towards the window noticing me. He smiles cheekily before getting out of bed.
'Jesus Mikey put some clothes on.' I ran my hand over my face.
'What I heard sleeping naked has many good effects; you should try it.'
'Just get dressed and come over.' He gave me a thumbs up wiggling his eyebrows before hanging up and heading towards his bathroom. He was lucky no one was home or his mom would've had his neck. I continued into my closet with Oliver following behind me.
'So....Calum?' 'What about him?' I grabbed some light washed  ripped jeans and a fitted black crop top. Oli's silence was all I needed.
'I mean he's cute, and seems chill, and is coming to IHOP with us.' He nodded 'Well ok then get dressed and let's get some food.'
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Fifteen minutes later I'm putting the finishing touches on my make up and pulling my curls into a messy bun on top of my head.
'Took you long enough.' Michael commented exhaling smoke out the window. He sat next to Oliver who had in his boredom packed my favorite Rick and Morty bong. 'Really?' 'What? Did we really go to IHOP if we didn't hit the bong first?' Oli hummed contently. 'Alright guys lets go.' I shook my head but not before first taking my own hit. Theres no way I'm being sober with those two high as a kite. Them together can be the absolute worst especially with drugs involved. Not that we do crazy drugs or anything, felt the need to add that. I grabbed my black lanyard and leather jacket  before leading the way down the stairs and out to my lifted black Jeep Wrangler.
'Shot gun!' Mikey yelled taking off full force towards the car. 'That's not fair!' Oliver whined going after him. And they're off. I shook my head locking the door behind me before climbing into he drivers seat. Michael sat victoriously in the passengers seat. While Oliver sat pouting behind him. 'He did call shotgun.' 'Trader.' Before I could even reply Michael began screech singing Misery Business by Paramore.