I rolled over with a groan and squished myself further into the fetal position.
Vaguely in the distance, I heard the small sound of a creaking door. I knew it was probably a smart time to peep open an eye, but I was far too tired to give a shit.
Even though I had technically woken up half an hour ago, I refused to leave the comfortable sanctuary that was this bed. The guest room bed could only be described as godly, and I don't think I had ever slept so well in all my nineteen years on the earth.
Out of nowhere, freezing cold water spritzed all over my face, causing me to flinch and duck underneath my hands to protect myself.
"What the hell?" I choked out as the water continued to come springing towards me.
"Get up," a voice snapped. I groaned, recognizing the voice as belonging to Nathan.
Why the fuck was he always such a little bitch?
"Oh, fuck off, would you, Nathan," I grumbled as I rolled over and ducked even further under my covers.
I ignored him as more sprays of water hit the back of my head, slightly soaking both my hair and pillow. He could spray me like a fucking dog all he wanted, I wasn't getting up.
Suddenly, my silk sheets were ripped off of me, and the chill air of the morning brushed against my skin. That was the final straw for me, and I whipped myself up fast with my fists clenched and ready for combat. Nathan stared back at me in boredom with his spray bottle still aimed in the general direction of my face.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I hissed.
Nathan smirked as though pissing me off was a passing hobby of his. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he paused slightly. His eyes scanned my body up and down, and his adam's apple bobbled slightly.
Furrowing my brows, I followed his line of sight and looked down at my matching red pajama set consisting of short shorts and a midriff exposing cami top. It took me all over a second to realize where his horny brain had headed.
I gave him a flat look."Not attracted to me, huh?" I said drily, throwing his earlier words back in his face.
He immediately pulled his gaze from my legs and back to my face, looking a little caught off guard.
He scoffed. "I'm not attracted to you. Never have been, never will be," he replied back smoothly.
"Hmm, really?" I hummed, cocking an eyebrow up.
"Yes! Now, hurry up and get dressed; we're going to the beach today," he ordered.
I narrowed my eyes. "The beach? That's the reason you felt the need to barge into my room at whatever am in the morning? Are you kidding me?" I said, letting out an incredulous scoff.
He merely shrugged, not seeming the tiniest bit apologetic.
Pissed, I snatched my pillow and leaned closer to him before giving him a far too spirited thwack across the face. He let out a surprised grunt and raised his hands over his face to protect himself. Though the sound was satisfying, I wanted more.
Rising to my knees for more leverage, I beat down on his face with blow after blow.
"Hey, cut it-"
He ironically got cut off from whatever he was going to say as he fell clumsily onto the bed. With a triumphant smirk, I used this to my advantage and mounted myself on top of him, so my legs were planted on either side of his body.
Now with direct, and easy access to his face, I went to town. I released all my anger, not hesitating for a second between each vicious hit.
"Don't-" Whack. "Ever-" Whack. "Wake-" Whack. "Me-" Whack. "Up-" Whack. "Again!" I screamed.
Finally satisfied, I dropped the pillow down onto his face. My chest rose and fell dramatically as I tried to regain my breath back from all my over-exertion.
Nathan slowly lowered the pillow off his face, and I was both surprised and pissed to find him smirking back up at me. He then insulted me further by starting to chuckle lowly, and soon enough, I felt his stupid patronizing rumbles underneath my body.
I narrowed my eyes. "Are you a masochist now? Why the hell are you laughing? I literally just beat you up!" I snapped in a huff, feeling angrier and angrier by the second. How did he possibly manage to get joy from me attacking him?
A teasing spark rested in his eyes as he stared up at me. "Nah, I'm not a masochist, I just enjoy watching you lose your shit," he snorted.
"Oh, you think that was losing my shit?" I said, letting out a disbelieving laugh. "Trust me, you haven't seen anything yet," I threatened as I scrunched my hand into a fist.
Nathan anticipating my attack, quickly captured my fists. Then weirdly, he didn't leave it at that and decided to uncoil them, so we ended up in a weird handhold with our fingers interlocked.
"Are you done?" he chuckled as he looked up at me with amusement.
Glowering down at him, I rolled my eyes and reluctantly relaxed my muscles. "You're not even worth it," I muttered.
Still staring up at me, Nathan's eyes danced over my face, drinking in each feature before flickering up to my hair. As he did, the corners of his mouth pulled up even further. "Your hair's a mess, you know," he mumbled, his smile never leaving his face.
My face grew hot in embarrassment. "Oh, shut up," I grumbled, realizing I probably looked like some blonde variation of Hagrid.
He then surprised me by untangling one of his hands free from my mine before leaning forward. With his eyes still planted on mine, he slowly reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, and once he was done, his hand lingered there.
For a reason unbeknownst to me, my heart started to up its pace as though it was anticipating something. I felt frozen in place, unable to even remember how to move or if I even wanted to. A small barely-there smile played on his lips as though he was off in some faraway fantasy land.
"It's...it's quite cute," he whispered.
His comment was a bit of a slap in the face of what I was letting happen, and I froze, analyzed the scene before me in shock. Not only was I sharing some weird googly eye contest with Nathan, but I was very much straddling him with my practically naked legs planted provocatively on either side of his body.
And from the look on his face, he didn't look as though he had many complaints about that at all.
Shit.
I jerked back from him at the speed of light, causing his hand to slip away from my face. Unfortunately for me, we were closer to the edge of the bed than I anticipated, and I hurdled ungracefully off of the bed.
Letting out a long groan as I hit the floor, I rolled myself into the fetal position. Soon enough, shuffling sounded out from the bed before Nathan's head popped over the side.
He looked down at me in concern. "Oh, shit, are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I grumbled as I rolled myself over. Too lazy to get up, I clambered to my hands and knees and crawled over to the end of my bed, where I had dumped my suitcase.
With a combination of my messy bed hair and me pawing around on the ground, I was aware I must have looked the definition of trash. It was lucky I had given up on the romantic element of my plan because right now, I'm sure I would have been royally foiling it.
"You haven't even unpacked?" Nathan questioned from up above me as I started to unzip my luggage.
I spared him a look over my shoulder. He was still laid out on my bed, but he had now propped himself up with his elbow so he could see me better.
I let out a snort. "No, why the fuck would I do that? That's effort," I chuckled, my voice still slightly croaky from sleep.
"Hmm, funny that. You seemed to have a lot of energy a couple seconds ago when you threw yourself off the bed," he commented with a sly yet unmistakeably bitter tone. Not dwelling too much on it, I ignored his comment and started to rummage around in my suitcase.
After a couple of seconds of useless searching, I huffed in frustration. "Do you remember where you put my swimsuit?" I called out.
"Erm, try the top pocket," he suggested.
I nodded my head and stuck my hand in. My fingers immediately wrapped around some sort of swimsuit material, and I let out an internal sigh of relief and pulled it out. But as the material met the light, I froze.
Instead of seeing my simple black one-piece as I assumed, I found myself staring at a teeny tiny white bikini set. It wasn't my going out bikini; it was my prancing around in front of my mirror to take cute pictures bikini. I certainly didn't impulse buy it from that random cheap shop with the idea of anybody ever seeing me in it.
With widened eyes, I picked up one of the strings of the bikini top and dangled it in front of my face. I gulped as I realized it was even smaller than I remember.
"Erm...Nathan, please tell me this wasn't the only swimsuit you packed?" I asked slowly as I looked over at him nervously.
He furrowed his brows. "Yeah, it was. It was the only one I could find, why?" he answered.
I let out a loud scoff. "Only one you could fucking find. There were two full-body black swimsuits right on the top. You would literally have had to dig under them to find this," I cried with frustration.
"Must have escaped my sight, I guess," he shrugged, not looking the tiniest bit guilty.
"And besides, what's the problem? The one I packed for you looks fine," he said with a mischievous little smile as he nodded his head down to the bikini.
I was about to bite back at him, but then I stopped and slowly narrowed my eyes. "Oh, my god, you totally did this on purpose, didn't you?" I cried.
When he broke eye contact, I let out a disbelieving scoff. "You're un-fucking-believable, Nathan. You have absolutely no class, Nathan. None."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, calm down, Sophie. I'm not that desperate to see you in your bikini."
"Hmm, interesting, so you admit that you're still desperate to some degree?" I probed as I raised a single eyebrow.
Nathan shook his head at me and rolled off the bed. "Whatever believe whatever delusional lies you want to believe. I'll wait for you downstairs," he said as he made his way over to the door. "Oh, and Sophie," he said as he turned back around.
I narrowed my eyes, not liking the dangerous spark in his eyes.
"If I find that you've returned back to bed, I'll come back upstairs with a bucket." Then with a final wink, he made his way out of the door.
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