CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
adrianna saint laurent
perspective--
I COULD FEEL someone's stare burning holes into my head. Feeling uncomfortable, I slowly open my eyes only to be greeted by a grinning face close to mine.
Due to the shock, I scream and automatically slap his face away from mine, making him fall off the bed.
"What the fuck is happening?" I hear the familiar deep voice and my door bangs open, revealing the three boys.
I look down, only to see Theo on the floor and the boys staring at me in confusion and worry.
"Theo, we told you not to go in her room." Elijah seethes at him, throwing him a glare.
"Jeez, that slap hurts!" Theo hisses, rubbing his cheek as he gets off the floor. I slightly wince when I see a red mark on his cheek.
Yeah, that looks really painful.
"You shouldn't have scared me like that," I mutter under my breath.
I groan and stare at the boys, "Now tell me why you're here at seven in the morning."
Elijah scoffs, rolling his eyes at me, "It's fucking eleven, not seven."
I don't know what these boys have been fed but it's clearly some shit that stirred up their sleeping patterns.
"Shut up, Elijah." I mutter as I fall back on my bed, "I'm going back to sleep. All of you can get lost, I don't really care as long as you don't disturb me." I mumble and pull my duvet over my face, covering my face.
I feel my bed bounce and the duvet is pulled away from my face. Kota looks down at me with his usual grin.
"Wake up, Annie! We're going shopping," he squeals, holding my shoulders and he shakes my body awake from death.
"Move away, Kota. I don't wanna come. I'm broke." I inwardly cringe at my lie as I push Kota away from me.
"Don't be a lazy ass and wake the hell up." Kota groans, patting my shoulder, "We'll pay so wake up!"
"No means no," I grumble before covering my face once again with the duvet.
Kota removes the duvet off my face again and this time I was ready to throw hands but I paused at his words.
"I'll buy you food."
I narrow my eyes at him, thinking about his offer. This guy knows I would do absolutely anything for food.
"Only for food," I hiss before I get off my bed. I grab some clothes from my closet and run towards the bathroom while they wait for me.
A few minutes later, I walk out changed into a pair of blue straight leg jeans sitting low on my waist paired with a crop white tank top.
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