• seven.
For what I've been seeing, the first missions are the harder to do. The thing is, the not-so-druggy- bad-boy hasn't even talked to me, is that freaking clone trying to sabotage me? I don't want to be a freshman for the rest of my life.
''Grayson.'' I call him in the middle of the hallway.
''What?'' He turns around and rolls his eyes when he sees it's me. My breath hitches at his proximity. I slightly shake my head.
''About the ...'' Again, doesn't let me finish.
''Since you're so eager to do that fucking thing, tonight you sleep outside!'' He yelled in my face making me flinch a little, and walking away.
I cursed myself for flinching. But I'm not scared, a night sleeping outside has nothing on what I've been through. If he thinks I'm a little bitch he's got something coming. I just wanna get this shit over with and never talk to him again. Arrogant ass.
22:00 pm. I go to the garden with a sleeping bag. Well shitty luck strikes again! It starts to rain, not like pouring rain, but still.
''Perfect.'' I mumble to myself. I bet he saw the meteorology and did this on purpose. I was about to put the sleeping bag on the floor when he appeared.
''In the grass with NO sleeping bag.'' I made a look at him and was about to protest. ''Didn't you ask for it? Than suck it up!'' In that moment I was thinking of the millions of ways I could pull is teeth out. He smirked. THE ARROGANT ASS SMIRKED. I threw the sleeping bag at his face and sat in the wet grass.
''This is just fine for me, but your company is unbearable so go away.'' Wow. He actually let me finish my sentence. But that's beside the point. I'll do this shit and then I'll never look at his arrogant ass again, stupid clone.
I lay in the grass, trying to at least be a bit comfortable. Grayson disappears for a few minutes. The rain drops start to thicken I close my eyes as hard as I can and try not to concentrate in the fact that I'm taking a bath, quite literally.
I feel soft fabric being thrown at my face. For seconds I just smell the amazing scent and cologne that comes out of it and enjoy the warm feeling. But I quickly realize my situation and snap my eyes open only to be met with a very familiar arrogant ass. Wow! Was he feeling guilty now all of a sudden? I grabbed his damn hoodie and after a quick and subtle last sniff I throw it at his face.
''I don't need your pity!'' I yelled and turned so my back was now turned to him.
I heard angry mumbles and his feet stomping away. Well at least I got him angry. Smirk.
And that's what I do when he comes to check on me every 15 minutes I smirk. And those brief seconds of interaction make me forget that I'm actually freezing to death.