~Alex~
"Alex?" Jefferson said while opening the room door. I took off my shoe and threw it at him.
"Geez! What the heck happened that you're in such a bad mood?!"
"I don't want to talk about it" i mutter. "And im not in a bad mood"
"You rejected coffee. I think thats a pretty big sign you're not exactly happy"
I sunk into the blanket on the bed.
"I talked to Maria, ok?!" I hiss.
"Ok... Whats the full story?"
"That is the full story-"
"No it's not." He sits next to me, i scoot away. "I know you're lying so just tell me what happened"
"You know what? Fine. I walked up to maria and told her 'no' since i hadnt done that before. I told her I didn't want her in my life because my heart belongs to you and john. So she kicked me" i say.
"So? You have a habit of getting into fights. You practically get hurt on a daily basis" thomas scoffs.
"Yeah well, she kicked me in the nuts hard enough that I couldnt walk. Annnnd i may or may not have cried a bit"
"Wow. Wasnt expecting that. Dude, it doesn't matter-"
I cut him off. "Since when do you call me dude?"
"Would you rather i call you 'babe' or one of those other cringey names?" I shake my head. Any name thats not a nickname for Alexander i disapprove of. "Ok. As i was saying, it doesnt matter. We'll be graduating soon so you two wont even see each other afterwards"
I think for a moment. Hes actually right. I feel like thats a rare occurrence. Seriously, there's not many moments Jefferson is right about something.
"Yeah, i guess you're right" i sigh. "Still though, you werent there. That was probably the most embarrassing moment-"
Thomas cuts me off by kissing me.
"You talk too much" he says.
"And you're annoying as hell but I can't exactly solve that by kissing you"
"You don't know that" he jokes. I laugh a little.
"If there's anything i know, it's that you can't cook"
"Hey!"
"You set water on fire. I did the same thing once but that's 'cuz I can only cook ramen"
"Youre just jealous i can cook"
"Hold up one second. John! C'mere a second!"
John walks in a few seconds later, probably wondering what stupid thing were arguing about now.
"Oan a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate Thomas's cooking skills?" I say. Jefferson glares at me.
"I watched him burn a salad soo... -4" John says.
We both start laughing while thomas stands up to leave.
"Not my fault you cant cook!"
"Hey at least I know how to sleep, unlike you" he growls.
"I know how to sleep. Im just physically and mentally incapable of doing such a thing" i snap.
"So an insomniac?" He crosses his arms with a smug look on his face.
"Im not... Im not whatever. Its just not in my nature to spend 7 hours everyday on something as tedious as sleep"
"Call it what you will, you're an insomniac"
"Fuck you!"
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Survival Of The Fittest [Jamilams]
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