vexatious (infuriating sequel)

chapter sixty-nine

there's nothing more infuriating than waking up to an alarm. i want nothing more than to slap whoever's phone is emitting the obnoxious noise, but when i take in my surroundings i come to the realization that its colbys phone.

"baby," i shake him awake, becoming extremely conscious of our lack of clothing.

"good morning," he groans, rolling over and shutting his phone off completely. i laugh, wanting nothing more than to kiss him and go right back to sleep.

"was that your alarm for your flight?" i ask the question i don't want the answer to. i don't want him to go, but i know i am being selfish in that wish.

"yes ma'am," he moans out, rubbing his eyes and waking himself up.

"do you wanna jump in my suitcase?" he asks as he sits up and slips a shirt over his torso. i have to stop myself from staring, or he'll never leave this bed again.

"yes please," i laugh out, quickly grabbing a shirt from colbys floor. i ignore my initial feeling of disgust, and i put the shirt on anyways. when i stand up, i take a long look at myself in the mirror. the fabric reaches just below my thighs, and there are graffiti letters littered all over it. how un-andromeda of me.

"i just have to be out in like an hour... wanna go eat breakfast?" he asks. i smile and nod.

"colby..." i gesture to my legs and remind him that we don't live alone, and i can't walk into our kitchen with no pants on anymore.

"just come on, i doubt anyone's awake," he grabs my hand with a smile. i roll my eyes and follow him down the hallway. the shirt covers me, but i still don't want anyone to see me like this.

"you guys are up early!" jake's voice from behind me almost gives me a heart attack. dammit.

colby quickly steps in front of me, covering me and my exposed legs from jakes vision.

"woah, dude. what are you doing up?" colby tries to act casual, like i'm not half naked behind him. well this is awkward.

"i haven't slept, your girl is missing a vital article of clothing, by the way." the smile on the goofy boys face is sure to cause colby to blow steam out of his nostrils. jake must have a death wish after all the jealousy colby has portrayed on his behalf, he shouldn't say things like that.

"go in my room," colby orders me and my mouth slightly parts at his tone. "excuse me?" i challenge him, knowing no good will come of it.

"i said go to my room andromeda." his jaw is clenched and he's facing me now, jake still on the opposite side of the hallway. he's going to run for the hills in a second if this conversation continues on the way i think it will.

"you can't ground me, colby," i argue and his eyes narrow on me.

"please, would you go to my room, and i will bring you some pants from your room?" he asks, a fake smile covering his clearly annoyed face. i sarcastically smile back, stalking back into his room at that.

"all you have to do is ask nicely!" i call out to my boyfriend when i am hidden behind a door. that will surely anger him even more. it's not that i want jake to see me without pants on, i just think colby needs some challenging sometimes. everyone else is so scared of him when he acts like that.

a few moments pass of me awkwardly waiting for colby to return, and when he does, he looks like he is fuming.

"why do you do that?" he hands me a pair of pajama pants that were buried at the very bottom of my dresser. he must've looked hard for these, because they were hidden under a bunch of shorts. of course he wouldn't want me wearing those, though.