Idolize Me

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

I woke up to a pounding on my door. I checked the clock on my phone which read 3:11 in the morning. I couldn't imagine why anyone would wake me up this early, unless it was an emergency-or a prank.

At first, due to my fear of it being a prank, I had decided to just ignore them until they eventually gave up and went away, but of course, they didn't stop. Groaning, I got up out of bed, groggily walked to the door and opened it. Standing there, with his hair a mess, and his shirt half buttoned up was Ezra. He was leaning against the door's seal as he looked up at me. He looked as if he just got out of bed, which, he probably did.

"I came to collect." He said, the faint, amused grin on his face didn't reach his eyes. Something was wrong, but it was too early in the morning for me to care.

"Are you kidding me? You woke me up for a kiss? Why can't you wait until normal human hours?"

He huffed, "Rough day ahead."

I blinked at him, "Right, because having a billion dollars at your disposal is so terribly rough."

"All the fun dissolves when you realize the money comes at a cost." He said grimly.

I yawned, "And that cost is?"

"Therapy."

I pondered this, and put the jokes aside, "You go to therapy?"

"Are you going to let me collect or not?"

I frowned, "You make it sound like I'm some sort of dealer. I'm almost certain you see me as a whore."

That made him smile, a bit more genuine, "Well, you are kissing me, aren't you?"

I took a step back and allowed him to enter my room, "You know," I said, shutting the door, not wanting anyone to know that Ezra Scott came into my dorm at three in the morning to kiss me. The rumors would be wild. "For a man with some much fame and popularity, you sure are unconfident."

His smile didn't fade, "You don't hold back do you." I had noticed how he didn't deny it.

I cocked my head, "And yet your persona bleeds arrogance."

"I'd like to think it's not a total façade."

I grinned, "Liar."

His eyes narrowed, "Takes one to know one."

I stepped over to him, and the amused look on his face vanished when our lips were inches apart. He didn't smell like he'd been drinking, but he looked like it. Still, even with his hair a mess and his shirt only half buttoned, he looked ridiculously attractive, it was so unfair.

I, on the other hand. . .

"You look like shit." He said completely ruining the mood.

I frowned, and took a step back, immediately feeling defensive about my own appearance, "Yeah well this is what you get when you wake me up at three in the morning."

He eyed me up and down and I suddenly felt very self-conscious in an oversized t-shirt.

Maybe I should have put on pants.

Despite the frown on his face, there was a light in his eyes that wasn't there before, I don't know if it was because he was genuinely amused, or if seeing me like this enlightened him, "I didn't say it was a bad thing."

I crossed my arms and turned from him, "You're such an asshole." With my back to him, I headed back to my bed, convinced that I was not going to kiss him at this moment.