The elites (discontinued)

Chapter 5

'Krnnng,' the alarm clock sounded. Grumbling, I hit the snooze button and snuggled deeper into the blanket. Someone snatched my blanket from me and poked me.

'Another five minutes...,' I mumbled. Someone tickled me and I immediately jumped out of bed. 'Enough! Get away from me!' I shouted. Damn...I really hated it when someone did that. In the darkness, I could make out Charlotte's slim figure. She was laughing at my reaction. An evil grin spreaded on my face when I suddenly remembered that Charlotte was just as ticklish as I was. I climed back onto the bed and tickled her back.

'Stop,' she giggled as I tickled her stomach. She kicked me and tickled me back. I grasped both of her hand and pushed them back. She managed to struggle out from my grasp. With a quick, fluid movement, I attacked her back. Her reaction was swift, grabbing both of my wrists in her hand. The two of us struggled against each other, laughing throughout.

'Oh my gosh...what are the two of you doing?' Someone gasped and the lights in my room magically switched on. Both Charlotte and I stopped our tickle war and blinked rapidly, trying our best to adjust to the brightness. 'That position looks so wrong,' the person continued. Indeed, our position did look kind of wrong. Charlotte was sitting on top of my stomach. And I was lying down below her. Charlotte's cheeks burnt with embarrassment as she bolted off me. I sat up immediately.

'Seeing the two of you so care-free kind of makes me happy too. You know Charlotte, they say that happiness starts with the letter 'h'. But why does mine start with 'u'?' The same someone asked. We turned to stare at Wilson. He stood at the door. His charming smile showed off his dimples and his eyes shone in the light. He was wearing a simple white shirt and shorts.

'How...how would I know?' Charlotte asked beside me, her cheeks burning.

'Alright alright, get out of my room lovebirds. I want to wash up,' I chuckled.

'Who...who you calling love birds? Wilson and I only met yesterday!' Charlotte protested before smacking me. However, she made her way out of my room with Wilson. I went ahead to brush my teeth and change out of my pajamas. I was just about to go to the dinning hall to get myself a cup of milo when I saw the box of doughnuts Zane gave me last night. I grabbed the box and took it to the dinning hall with me.

Jeremy, Joe, Charlotte and Wilson were already there. Henrietta and Yvan were nowhere in sight. I didn't need to ask to know what the couple was doing. Henrietta was probably trying to wake Yvan up.

'I'm sleepy...,' Yvan groaned as he rubbed his bleary eyes. Speak of the devil...I mean devils. They are here.

'Tsk...you fat pig...can't even wake up at 3am,' Henrietta chided.

'Morning guys,' Yvan yawned when he saw us. All of us greeted him back.

'Guys... do you want one?'I asked as I opened the box, revealing the doughnuts Zane made.

'So cute!' Henrietta squealed. 'Can I take a photo of them?' She asked, fishing out her phone from her pocket.

'Sure. They are cute, aren't they? Zane made them,' I replied, nodding. Henrietta snapped a picture before taking one of the treats.

'Zane? The kitchen monster?' Henrietta asked as she took a bite. I simply nodded again as I helped myself to a doughnut. It tasted like a piece of heaven, soft, fluffy and not too sweet. 'No way...the last time I talked to him, he threw garlics at me,' Henrietta said bitterly.

'What?! That bustard threw garlics at you? I'll kill him!' Yvan snarled.

'Chill,' Jeremy smiled, shoving a doughnut into Yvan's open mouth as we all laughed. Scrawling, Yvan munched onto the treat.