I walked back to 'our' room and sat down on the armchair in front of the desk, still fuming over the newest addition to my life. How could they just decide that some weird new guy was allowed to stay with me, without even asking?!
'I'm not an innocent little kid'
Damn straight you're not, you're just annoying. What was he going to do next, steal my chocolate? Oh wait, he already did that morning.
'Oh, there was plenty in there, I didn't think you'd mind.'
Oh, yeah, so half of them wouldn't be missed. Oh, of course not. You idiot. Of course I'll care if half of my stash disappeared. Although, it's not like he wasn't cute when he was being an idiot. But he was still fucking weird. Something about him just irritated me so much.
"Hey, you busy?" His voice made me jump in surprise.
"Huh?" I lifted my head and looked up from my book, "no, not really… I guess."
I have no idea why I was making time for him, really.
"Come out with me tonight?" He asked. He seemed like he liked sneaking out with me. Although it was fun, I liked sneaking out.
"Well, I have a bit of studying to do-"
"Oh come on, is it because you don't think you can get out the window, isn't it?"
"No!" I glared at him.
"Then come."
"Fine. But you better not use it as an excuse to touch me when I get out of the window this time."
"Yeah, sure, excuse. I'm sure I could come up with a better chance if I wanted an excuse to touch you. Besides, that's kinda stupid. I would've just waited 'til you were asleep."
"Whatever. I said yes, so I'm going back to studying 'til then."
"You're no fun."
"I'm busy."
"C'mon."
He stole my book and shut it in front of me.
"Hey, I was reading that!"
"Not any more."
I glared at him again and tried to snatch the book away from him, but he pulled it back.
"Give me my book back!" I complained, swiping again for it. He giggled and held it behind himself, "I'm warning you, give it back!"
"Make me."
"You bet I will."
I grabbed his goggles and pulled them toward me.
"Hey! Don't do that, you'll-"
I let the goggles go and they slapped him right on the forehead. He looked dazed for a couple of seconds and blinked.
"Now give me my book back."
"No."
And with that, he ran out of the room with my book still in his hand.
God I hated him. So much.
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