Crushing Bad

Chapter 11

"Wake up sleepyhead," a cheerful voice whispered in my ear and I opened my eyes abruptly to catch a very energetic Mia looking down at me with a smile. An immidiate scowl plastered onto my face as I made sense of her presence.

"Ugh, I was having such a good dream. Fuck off, let me continue it," I threw a pillow at her face violently and rolled over to the opposite side before covering my face with the sheets once again.

"Giselle! Get up now babe, you sleep too much," she shouted and seemed to have caught the pillow I had thrown at her with ease. Her voice was laced with irritation because of my usual habit but I didn't care and shut my eyelids stubbornly instead, refusing to give her a reaction.

"Aw c'mon, we gotta go!" She whined, her frail attempt to persuade me. I could almost feel the heated glare she was trying to drill my skin with. As I waited for her to complain again, I slowly felt myself drift back to the sleep I still had been craving.

"Oh no Sam don't come in here yet. She's still sleeping."

Oh fuck.

I jolted right up when I heard her say that and threw the sheets away in a frenzy before snapping my head towards her direction in order to take a glimpse. Mia smirked at my instant reaction and started to shake with  laughter.

"If I don't have the potential of waking you up then he definitely does," she mused in between chortles and I groaned loudly. "Jesus, your face was priceless!" She exclaimed triumphantly.

I flipped her off, finally rising up from the bed to hide my embarrassed ass and shut myself inside the washroom, being fully awake now. I should have known the bitch would do anything to make me wake up.

After I had forced myself to brush the mess of my hair and got myself dressed into a baggy grey t-shirt paired up with a set of white denim shorts, I texted Mia to ask her where she was since she hadn't been in the room once I'd come back.

"I'm here. You ready?" She sauntered into the room after a few minutes. She was wearing a yellow frill tank top with a black mini skirt, a few loose strands falling on the sides of her face from the cute little bun she had tied above her head.

"That shirt is so big that I can barely see your shorts. That if you're wearing them," she grinned at my outfit playfully.

"But it looks hot, right?" I asked with a  deep chuckle.

"Yeah yeah it does," she snickered back in response before quickly grabbing her phone from the bedside table. Breakfast was supposed to be served in the big garden that was situated at the backside of the hotel. "Can you stop looking at your phone and walk faster?" I shot her a murderous glare.

"Oh now you want to be quick?" She snorted, rolling her eyes at my statement.

We stepped into the wide garden, the sunny atmosphere engulfing our senses with its overwhelming radiance. The clouds looked like little white ribbons soaring over the sky, making it look more dreamy and bluer than how it used to be back in San Francisco. A large table rested in the middle of the garden where a scrumptious looking buffet was flaunted. Tables, chairs and couches were sprawled across the whole place.

"What time is it?" I asked her absentmindedly.

"Uh," she unlocked her phone to glance at it. "It's 12 pm," she answered.

I widened my eyes in shock and snapped my head to look sideways at her. "Told you, you sleep a lot," she shrugged and started to saunter towards the buffet in order to grab a plate. A lot of people were still eating breakfast. Well it seems like I wasn't the only late riser.