Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

16- The Road Trip

Hey I just met you

and this is crazy

but here's my number

so call me maybe.

Wait, why was I dreaming about Carly Rae Jepsen's hit song Call Me Maybe?  That song was so 2011.

My eyes fluttered open as the melody continued. The sunlight streamed in through the window. Annoyingly enough, I forgot to close the curtains last night. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the brightness.

I took a look at my surroundings. To the right was Jasmine's sleeping body, and Dylan was on my left. Both were drooling all over my pillows. Gross. Ryder was sleeping at the foot of my bed like the complete angel he was.

But if they were asleep, and I deleted my Carly Rae Jepson album after getting sick of her music, where was it coming from?

"Turn it off," Jasmine groaned in her sleep.

The music instantly shut off. What in the world? Did my Alexa play it? Did she learn how to listen without using her wake word?

"Good, you're up."

Cue the bloodcurdling scream. I screamed so loud that both Jaz and Dylan shot up. So loud that Ryder, the world's heaviest sleeper, woke up. So loud that I'm pretty sure the neighbors woke up and filed a noise complaint.

"Fuck, Andrew!" I clutched my chest, feeling my heart hammering. "When the hell did you get here?"

At the mention of his name and realization that there was no real danger, Dylan and Jaz both fell back into bed.

Andrew stood in one corner of my room holding a portable speaker in one hand and his phone in the other. He had a guilty look on his face, probably for scaring the shit out of me.

"Your mom let me in. I wanted to make sure you guys woke up and didn't bail," he sheepishly smiled and ran his hand through his hair, not that there was much of it.

Gosh, I missed his long hair.

"So you blasted pop music?"

"Not just any pop music, but the world's most annoying song," he clarified. He wasn't wrong.

Dylan elbowed me, a sign to shut up. Rolling my eyes, I chose to crawl over him instead of Jasmine. After a lot of struggling, grunting, and violence, I made it over his body and onto the solid floor. Andrew had an amused glint in his eyes throughout the whole ordeal.

I straightened out my clothes and faced Drew. "What the-"

Smack. I was interrupted by a pillow flying straight through the air and hitting me in the head. I wasn't sure which of the two threw it, but I hunch it was Dylan. After all, I did just crawl over him. I didn't hesitate to hover my knee dangerously close to his no-no spot. He just wanted revenge.

"As I was saying," I said through gritted teeth, "what the hell are you doing here at seven in the morning? I wasn't planning on leaving until nine."

Andrew put his hands on my shoulders. "Bella, if anyone knows hangovers, it's me. Your friends are gonna take a while to wake up." Damn, he had a point. But why was I being punished for this? I didn't even drink much last night!

"Wait, why are you even here?"

He removed his hands and chuckled. "I wanted to get a ride."

"Wait, Andrew Boyce, the star football player, wants to get a ride from his measly neighbor peasant?" I gasped, putting a hand over my heart. Although I was teasing, I was a little surprised. Why couldn't he drive himself or ask one of his millions of friends?