I groan at his comment. "Not you too."
"What? Tell me I'm wrong?" He challenges, his eyes daring me to prove him wrong.
"You're not," I tell him.
Vincent smiles smugly at my answer.
"You're lucky that Alec is not here. Or he would have pestered you nonstop."
I nod my head at that. But then I realize that he isn't here.
Normally if he had nothing to do, he would be watching the telly.
"Where is he, anyway?" I ask.
"He went out to the mall. He said something about enhancing his handsome looks." Vincent frowns. "Whatever that means."
I chuckle slightly.
Typical of Alec.
"I think it has something to do with that girl in his class." I nudge him with my elbow.
Vincent purses his lips in thought before replying. "You think?"
I scoff at his question. "Of course."
"Oh, and Nicolas is out with the other lads, Ethan and Bryson. I believe he went to take pictures of Toronto with them."
"Why aren't you out?" I ask him.
"Same reason as you." He turns to me and points to my essay.
That's when I notice the dark circles under his eyes. "You look tired."
He hums in response. "Just a tad bit. I stayed up until 1 something in the morning to finish a project for a class."
"Go get some sleep, mate." I pat his arm slightly urging him to go take a nap.
"Do you just want to kick me out so that you can think about that girl of yours." He jokes.
I roll my eyes at his comment, but nonetheless, I answer. "She's not my girl, Vince."
"Oh, pardon me. I meant your princess."
I don't correct him on the second part because for some reason I liked hearing him say that. And Vincent seems to notice that as he raises an eyebrow at me.
"Rose, oh Rose." He sings loudly as he walks away and I end up throwing a pillow at him, but he dodges it as he laughs.
Shaking my head at his foolishness, I move the laptop to my side as I stand up to pick up the pillow I threw at him.
Putting the pillow in its place, I take a seat and place the laptop on my lap.
But just as I'm about to get started, my phone rings.
Pulling it out from my pocket, I check the caller ID and my face instantly morphs into a smile.
It's dad.
"Hey, dad." I greet him.
"James! Son, how are you?" I hear his voice.
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Stranger Danger
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