Shades of Blue

| 11 | IQ 148, bitch

I wake up after sometime because of the constant vibration of my phone somewhere under my-
Wait, what?
I stand up immediately thinking that my phone display is probably ruined. I pick it up from the couch and check to see that the glass isn't cracked.

It's working properly. Thank God.

" Woah 4 missed calls?"

My phone starts to ring again and the display lights up showing the caller ID, Zack.

" Hello?"

" Hey, Zack!"

" Where the hell are you? Why weren't you picking up the phone?!"

" Sorry, I was sleeping. What's up?"

" Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you."

" Haha, that's sweet but I don't think that's the only reason you called me." I say, making him chuckle.

" You got it right. I wanted to make plans for Sunday. You have a place in mind?"

" Woah there, we have a test on Monday young man!" I fake gasp.

" Well, you will be in the first place anyways young lady! Does it matter?"
Zack says mimicking my tone causing me to let out a laugh.

"Okay then, how about the carnival?"

" Hm... sounds good! I'll pick you up at 10?"

" Roger!"

" Bye."

I hum in response before hanging up.

I look at the time on my phone and realize that it's already 9 pm.

" Woah, how long was I sleeping?"

My eyes wander around the house to see it's all dark except for the drawing room where I am.

Mr. Strauss probably went out for something.

Not bothering to eat anything, I head to my room to take a shower and sleep. I turn the lights on to see that my room was just how I left it in the morning. Messy. Really messy.

" Well, do I care? Pfft. Nah."

I randomly pick some clothes out of the clothes mountain beside my bed and enter the shower while tossing my uniform on the same mountain.

After finishing my business I come out of the shower and trip on my own mess and land on the mountain.

Face first.
_

" Pfft."

" Ouf, this guy. Seriously Namjoon?

" Ssh, I know what I'm doing."
_

I struggle and finally succeed in getting up on my feet and push all the clothes out of the way in one corner of the room. Starting to walk over to my bed again is when I realize something is missing.

" Where's my phone?"

It was probably in my uniform skirt's pocket.

Shit.

I look back over to the big clothes mountain. Where's my uniform?

Double shit.

I put a hand on my forehead and groan in frustration. It probably got mixed up with all these clothes. I start digging up the clothes mountain searching for my phone.

Why do I suddenly have so many clothes, what the fuck?

15 seconds later

I give up searching and stare at nothing in particular while contemplating on what I should do. I found the skirt but it seems like my phone somehow got out of the pocket and is probably somewhere in this mess.