english - c.hood 01 | au

seven

n o e l l e

i woke up with a headache and my professor's arms wrapped around my torso. if any of my friends were here right now, let alone nora, i'd be a dead woman. it's also possible that i'm not just speaking in a figurative manor.

the clock next to my bed read 6:54 am. i had class in 36 minutes with the young man laying next to me.

"calum." i whispered, shaking his shoulder.

i felt horrible for having to wake him, i really did. but then again, we all have to do things in life that we don't want to.

"mhm." he hummed.

"you have to teach my class in the next thirty-five minutes, and i don't think these are going to suffice for work clothes."

"i know." he sighed.

"i'm going to start the coffee machine and change. if you want to grab something and leave that's fine, i'll see you soon anyways."

i had to be subtle, there was nothing else i could do but be subtle about this whole thing. this whole thing was wrong to begin with. he should have never slept in my room or have been in my room to begin with. hell, i shouldn't even be calling him calum, but here i am doing just that.

the dorm that i had moved into was rather large compared to most dorms. in all honesty, it was like a super tiny apartment, and it was pretty okay if you asked me. i quickly changed and prepped my bag for class, and by the time i came out calum was gone, as was part of the coffee i had made.

thanks for the coffee, and everything else, i'll see you after class ;)

~

"you have that face." luke says as i take my seat. "you got laid last night, didn't you?"

"not even close." i said, though sleeping in the same bed as your professor could suffice. "someone decided to slip something into whatever you had given me and i passed out. someone found me and walked me back to my dorm so i could sleep."

"and that would be?"

"no idea, i don't remember a thing."

"noelle carter, you are full of shit." nora deadpanned. "who else could it have been other than one of us in our little clique. i'll give out a hint. surname rhymes with good."

"elle!" luke's eye's widened.

"you and this stupid bet of yours." i rolled my eyes. "i hope each and every one of you's rots in hell."

"you see, my child, all you're doing is sending me home so i can crawl on back." nora says devilishly.

"i thought you were jesus and ash was god?" luke questions.

"yes, we are the holiest beings to ever fucking exist." she states. "however, i am also the baddest bitch alive."

"i'll drink to that, give me your gatorade."

"can we please just learn today?" i begged. "please, i just—"

incoming call: mom

"shit." i mumbled softly.

and then the bell rang. and then calum walked in. and then i swiftly ran out.