Evanna Austen a freshman in college, starts out her journey with her friends. After successfully passed out her freshman year she was ready to began her second year more than ever, with the friends she loved. Everything was going fine until her unco...
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"It's eight thirty." I say, stifling a yawn. I press my hand on my forehead as the body near me shifts as if we weren't close enough.
"I am so tired. My whole body is aching." I complain, burying my face in my palm.
"Hmm." Liam hums against my neck. His hot breath fans my side. I stare up, looking over to the ceiling as the boy who is sprawling his big body on me isn't giving me space to get up. His head is on the opposite side of my neck so he is crossing my chest with half of his upper body while his hands are on my waist and almost on my hips.
"I am reminding you again. I am not a teddy bear nor a pillow." I speak, eyeing his curls that are wildly touching my jaw. He again murmurs something or may be let out a long sigh but doesn't make any attempt to get up.
"Today is your exam, right? What time?" I ask. This time I hear his mumbling.
"Eleven." I raise my eyebrow, looking down at him.
"Eleven and we are chilling here because..."
"This doesn't scream chill to me when you don't know when to shut up." He finally says a long sentence after we are awake for many minutes only to insult me.
I huff. "Sorry for caring about your stupid grades." I punch his biceps. He groans like a small child, twisting his head on my neck before going on another to settle on.
"Liam now. Wake up." I order after fifteen minutes even though I am tired. I can't sleep because we need to get ready specially he—for his exams. He told me last night when I asked about how much he managed to study and let's just say—I am worried about his grades.
"No." he groans.
"What do you mean no? You have to get up now. You barely study as you said and we have time till eleven. You can shower, eat breakfast and easily can study before ex—"
"Rose shut up. Let me sleep goddammit. I hardly got any sleep these past days and when I finally got one. You're blowing in my ears like a fucking megaphone." he irritatingly says, his hand grasping my—his shirt I am wearing.
I gasp. "I am thinking about your good and you're freaking insulting me. Oh no you did not. You snak—mmmhhh." my voice gets muffled as he shut my mouth with his large palm. I try to pull it away but he clasp it tightly leaving no room for me to break free. I continue cursing at him behind his palm using my hand to pry his away but fail.
"What happened Rose? Cat got your tongue?" he mocks. I feel him smirking when I yell no a dog behind his palm. He lightly lifts his palm and I quickly shove him well try to but before I can do. He locks it.
