Song: Deja Vu - Sleeping with Sirens
Bonus song: Fly me to the moon - Frank Sinatra
My head, my arm hurt like hell, my lip, my eye... Pretty much my whole face and head. I stretched my stiff, tired limbs lazily and cracked my joints before crawling out of bed to check the time on my phone.
Good thing I've been suspended or I'd be in for it.
I sat up properly and did my best to ignore the oncoming head rush that made me stumble slightly, it would probably be best to have a shower too actually.
I grabbed my phone and a towel and run the shower until it was hot before flicking through my music and finding Frank Sinatra. Most people think I'd be into heavy music or rap because of my overall demeanour and average stereotypes, but I don't really have a music preference honestly. Recently though I've fallen in love with Frank Sinatra's music so I chose Fly me to the moon and stepped into the hot spray of water, softly singing the suave tune knowing, and not really caring, the window that led to the school roof was open.
"Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like on, Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand.
In other words, baby kiss me."
The warm stream of water ran down my body and relaxed the muscles I didn't realise were tensed, washing away the dirt and grime I accumulated during my fight with Molly.
"Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore
You are all that I long for all I worship and adore
In other words, please be true.
In other words, I love you."
I washed my hair with plain old shampoo, smiling as it lathered and filled my nose with its soft scent.
"Fill my heart with song, let me sing forevermore.
You are all I long for all I worship, and adore.
In other words, please be true.
In other words, in other words, I love you."
The song ended along with the hot water running through the pipes. Sighing, I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry myself with. I wiped the steam off of the mirror with my towel and studied my injuries, I had a black eye and my lip was still a little swollen, my cheek was bruised and the cut along with it was tender to touch and scabbing over. I'd be lucky if I didn't have a mark there later on.
When I dried myself I dressed myself in a plain black tank top thing and the same shorts I used to sleep in. What? It's not like I'm going out today.
Ten minutes later I had dried my hair and I was making my bed out of sheer boredom.
Sighing, I brought out a cheap little docking station and plugged in my phone, choosing Sleeping With Sirens Deja Vu.
A knock came from my door as start of the song came up, I rolled my eyes but didn't stop the song, it was someone probably coming to check if I was still in my room.
I yanked open the door to see Mitch standing there, his hair styled to look as if he just rolled out of bed.
He looked stupid.
His eyes flickered down to what I was wearing, granted, since the vest made my boobs look a little bigger then they were and the shorts weren't exactly something I'd wear out due to their shortness.
"Hey buddy, my eyes are up here." I snapped my fingers to get his attention and a large blush spread across his face when my favourite part of the song came up just as he met my eyes.
"You know I love to get the sheets messed up
Put your hands on my chest because it might get rough.
Don't stop me baby 'til you've had enough
Come on, come on, come on!"
I smirked at his embarrassed expression and his bright red blush when he heard the suggestive lyrics.
"You knocked on my door for a reason, what was it?" I chuckled at his expense and leaned against the door frame.
"I, uh, the-"
"Would it make you feel better if I put on a turtleneck jumper or are you gonna grow a pair and speak to me like a man?" I snapped, quickly growing tired of his stuttering and internally laughing when a look of discomfort crossed his usually confident face. It was fun to watch him squirm.
"I was sent here to check if you were staying in your room." He said, "And Frank Sinatra huh? Quite to opposite to whatever you're playing now."
Irritation grew along with a feeling of embarrassment when he told me he had heard me showering and singing.
"Hey dont get embarrassed, you werent half bad." He smirked, catching on to my embarrassment
"I'm sure you sound like a bag on pre-pubescent boys being thrown into a river in the middle of the night. If you're going to say anything else about my singing you might as well piss off right now." I growled and slammed the door in his face. I heard his surprised yell even over my music and chuckled.
"YEAH BYE!" I shouted and kicked the door with my heel, not seconds later I heard the loud footfalls of him walking away from my room and back to his.
I grinned as I walked back to my dorm and thought of Piper.
She looked hot.
Her black eye and cut cheek made her look pretty badass, and what she was wearing was a whole other story. I especially liked how she didn't take shit from anyone. I rubbed my sore nose as I reached my room with a small smile.
Again, three in the morning.
Very short chapter I know.
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