Stumbled In Love [Complete]

6.

Ring. Ring. Rin..

My arm automatically moved towards my phone, slamming down on the stop button before I jumped up on my feet, eyes still half closed as I sleep-walked into the bathroom. Drowning under the scalding hot shower in a poor attempt to wake up. Mentally checking through all the hundreds of annoyances I had to navigate through all day, and as I lathered the little too sweet smelling shampoo my sisters insist I use into my hair, I heard my alarm ringing once more.

What the hell?

I was uber sure I had shut it before the third ring. The way I do every single morning. Waking up sharp at 6:30 am to go for a refreshingly lonesome run before the hustle of the day crushed my soul and happiness.

Wrapping a towel around my waist I hurried out the bathroom, water still dripping all around me, before the annoying buzzing woke up the entire dorm to grab the phone when my jaw literally dropped to the floor.

Now, let me tell you, as much as I am not in the habit of receiving calls first thing in the morning from the top headache of my life, Mr. Asshole Rojnapat, it was really not the thing that had left me utterly speechless. That, my friends had more to do with the fact that the beeping that had roused me from my much needed slumber was at four freaking am in the morning!

Did the man have a death wish?

Anger rising from the tip of the fingers still glaring at the flashing call screen of the phone, all the way to the top of my still wet hair, nostrils fuming in rage, I punched the accept button, all ready to scream out my frustrations of the week at the man that had just disturbed me at this ungodly hour. Except, somehow this mysteriously weird man has a way of always throwing me slightly off guard.

"Coffee."

"What?"

"Coffee. Two creams. Four sugars."

"Wh...I....huh?"

"Are you deaf?"

I'm not generally this stupid. I swear I am not. But somehow his bizarre little declaration before the crack of dawn had left me a little speechless.

"It's four in the morning."

"So deaf and dumb it seems. And yes, I learnt how to tell time sometime over a decade ago. Any other inane comments we want to get out of the way before we get down to business."

I swear the only reason I am not marching over to his place and chopping the man up into 200 bite sized pieces was cause I am too pretty to survive in prison.

"Why the fuck are you calling me at this hour? I was fast asleep and thought tha..."

"Did you not hear the first time I told you? Coffee. Two creams. Four sugars. Just leave it outside the door and ring the door bell when you get here."

"Woah, woah, woah. Hang on there speed racer. Who is leaving what at your doorstep now?"

"You. Coffee. My door. Seriously Kong something, it is really not that complicated an instruction to follow. Do you need me to make it into a Sesame street show for you to comprehend what fetching a simple coffee entails?"

You know what, maybe my pretty face might actually be a bonus in prison.

"You must be smoking something extra crazy right now if you think I am bringing you coffee."

"The only thing I would like smoking is the piping hot cup I am still waiting for. Now when do you expect to get here by? Make it under 15 minutes and I will include a rather generous tip."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I am not bringing you coffee at 4 in the morning."

"Well, it's closer to 4:30 actually. Can we please stop wasting my precious minutes and do something about my caffeine problem?"