Chapter 8

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My head, it feels like I have a marching band in there banging around. Dear god. I try to get up but both of my wrists are tied to the bed so of course my first reaction is to scream.

Nixon growls and jerks the blanket off his head. "What are you screaming about?"

His dark blue blanket slips off of his shoulder giving me a good view of his naked chest. Oh god, is he wearing pants? Please be wearing pants. He shifts and I squeeze my eyes shut. I was totally staring at the area the blanket is covering. Do I even want him to wear pants? Of course I do...

I slowly peel my eyes back open and shoot a glare at his face. "Uh, I don't know, it could be the fact that I'm tied to my bed!"

I wince as my head throbs from my own voice. God, how much did I drink last night? I take a deep breath and stare up at the ceiling.

"Nixon, why am I tied to my bed?" I ask calmly.

I'm going to kill him, I can already feel it. I'm literally going to murder him and I will go to prison and smile in my mugshot.

"You wouldn't quit moving and I couldn't fall asleep."

I gape at him. "So you tied me to the bed!"

He nods. "Yeah and it worked. I also covered your mouth but I took that off once you fell asleep."

What an asshole! How dare he tie me to my bed! I'm not into that kinky tie me up and spank me stuff, not that I've tried it being a virgin and all. Still.

"Well good for you, now if you don't mind will you untie me?" I yell.

How can one person be so I infuriating?

He stands up, the blanket hitting the floor by his feet. He's wearing a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. Thank god he isn't naked, that's all I need to make this morning better. To be flashed by his... man area.

He towers over me momentarily and then takes a step back shaking his head with a stupid evil smirk on his face. "Nah, I don't think I will."

I grit my teeth, watching as he opens the door of our dorm room. He wouldn't.

I gasp. "Nixon, don't you dare leave me like this!"

And then he's gone. Apparently he would.

"Son of a— Nixon get back in here and untie me!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

If he doesn't come back someone's bound to hear me.

Thankfully the door opens up and he steps back inside.

"This is a lesson Ryan, don't fuck with me when I'm trying to go to sleep. When I actually can fall asleep I like to stay that way and not be disturbed. Do it again and I will leave you tied to that bed all day, class or not." His blue eyes stare me down.

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