I wake up on the edge of the bed, I glance over to see Jason sleeping in a very awkward stance on the bed, with his leg snaked around my leg and his arm resting on my thigh.
He shifts his hand from my thigh to my ankle, I hope he doesn't like me that way because I could never adore my roommate. I benevolently shove him harder, but he doesn't move.
Asshole...
What should I do to wake him up?
I have a better way to wake this asshole up, but this could piss him off.
"Jason! wake up!! thief, thief. He jolts awake his eyelids fly open like a zombie and he sits up quickly.
" Thief, thief,w-where?!" he stutters.
I chuckle "You bitch, I was in a peaceful siesta before you howled at me". he shouts at me.
I laugh non-stop.....
" You never let me sleep peacefully," he says.
"You snore loudly!" he softly chuckles.
" Well, let me tell you, you had a cuddle fest with my legs, so I had to do it!" I say.
"Let me say you were also having a cuddle fest hugging me to death in your sleep," he says.
My face turns bright red, "You are lying!" I say.
" Well, you did, and I'm not lying!" he trails off.
I shake my head, "I will only believe this when you have evidence" I say.
He stands up and stretches his arms up, I stare at his arms as they are above him, and his shirt lifts a bit revealing his band of Burberry boxers. I swallow hard. He let his arms down and grabs the back of his tee-shirt pulling it over his head.
Oh, hail the king of Greek Gods.
Suddenly I see his hand waving in front of my face. "Earth, Marie," he says.
"I must have zoned out!" I lie.
Honestly, I got too distracted by seeing his perfect body.
"Yeah, sure you did, get ready today is your first day as a college student," he says.
Standing up, I drag my feet to the bathroom to take a quick shower, after taking my bath, I wrap my body in a towel, and I mentally smack myself on the forehead." Shit, I forgot to neat my bed" swinging the door open, I bump into a hard chest.
"I'm so sorry" he speaks in a soft tone.
"It's fine" I smile at him.
He stares at me from top to bottom.
"I..I.I need to go!" he stutters, stepping vastly to the existence.
What is wrong with him?
I change into black high-waisted ripped jeans and a yellow cropped sweater, I'm just so excited for college, I put on some light make-up nothing extreme just some mascara and a glossy lip gloss, and I look at the mirror, "Perfect" I look decent enough. I slip into my white Nikes, swing my backpack over my shoulder, and pick my phone up as I make my way to the kitchen.
"I made you coffee," he says.
"Thank you" I grin at him and sip the steamy hot mug to my lips.
"You look so happy today," he says.
"Yes, I am just a little bit nervous!" I squeak.
"So what time is your first class?"
"9:30 am!" I replied with another sip of coffee.
"Why are you dressed up?" I ask.
"Because I'm taking you to school," he says.
"The fuck!" I spit my coffee accidentally from my mouth.
He chuckles.
"Wait here! I'll be back," he says.
I wait for him in the living room.
"Alright! let's go," he says in a deep voice.
I turn my head to look in his direction, and he's looking extra hot, with his hair a little messy but perfectly. in its rightful niche. I gulp as he gingerly walks toward the door.
" You know, I could have driven myself to school?" I say.
"I just want to make sure you get to school safely," he says.
"Why were you drunk last night?" I ask 10 minutes into the drive.
"Huh?" He stares at me for a minute, then sticks his eyes back on the road ahead.
I find him sexy when he controls the wheel.
I quickly shake the thought off my head and focus back on the question.
" I was saying, why did you drink so much last night?"
"I didn't drink! " he scribbles on the back of his neck before placing his hand back onto the gear.
"Are you being serious?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air.
He sighs " Listen" he pauses for a minute and glares at me.
" Yes, I was drunk last night, and it won't happen again.
" You won't get drunk again?"I ask.
"Yes, I guess!" he sighs.
When we arrived, I hopped out of his car, waved goodbye, and walked into my first lecture, Anatomy, and physiology, which I'm a little excited about, as I was about to enter my class, when I bump into someone.
" Oh, my god, I'm so sorry," she says.
"It's fine," I say.
" Are you sure you are fine?" she questions.
" Yeah, I am " I smile softly.
"I'm Jen, by the way, you?" she says, stretching her hand toward me.
" I'm Marie," I say, shaking her hand with a smile.
" What class do you have?" she asks.
"Anatomy and physiology"
"Me too!" she beams.
"At least I know someone in there, " I lightly chuckle, am not that anxious after all, it's great that I have someone to talk to in class, actually to discuss school.
Jennifer, which I'm guessing is her full name, she's gorgeous, she has long dark curly hair and brown skin with sparkling Hazel eyes, and not all I'm guessing she's 5'4 feet.
We walk into class, and we both take sit in the middle beside each other. I think Jen and me will be good friends. She's just so easy to talk to and funny too.