Daphne was in a bit of a bind. She spent the night at her boyfriend's frat house bedroom on a school night, so she had to get up earlier than usual in the morning.
She knows that this was going to turn out as a mistake, regardless of how much they had fun the day before, as she is certainly going to have to race like a headless chicken, trying to get ready on time, while said boyfriend, instead of helping her, snored softly in the bed.
God, the next time Bryce messaged her at nine o'clock of a Tuesday, she swears she will tell him to just masturbate in the shower like a normal person. Alas, there is no crying over spilt milk now, and so she let it be next morning's problem.
She woke up in the middle of the night a bit cold, so she wandered the room to try and find something warm to wear. Luckily, one of the boy's hoodies, black and emblazoned with the university's logo, was draped over a chair. Bonus points, it was clean. She pulled the huge sleeves over her arms and zipped up, then crawled back into bed with her boyfriend. When he felt her presence again, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
Her alarm went off at 5:45 in the morning and it was time to get going. No chance for her to contemplate whether it was really worth it or not. She looked to the side, to the childish figure of Bryce sleeping it off, and shook him awake.
"Babe, wake up. I'm about to take a shower, and you should probably get ready, too." She said, trying to goad him out of bed.
"I'm tired. I'm skipping first period." He mumbled at her general direction as he covered his face with a pillow and uncovered his half-naked body to show his bare chest.
Daphne shook her head with a chuckle and stripped down in front of him. He peaked out from the pillow to get a quick look, but went back to sleep as soon as she wrapped a towel around her figure and closed the bedroom door behind her.
The frat house was absolutely silent, and that is the way she likes it. Yes, she had to wake up earlier to get everything ready and sort her stuff out of the mess that was this place, but the main reason is that she cannot have a proper shower if she is harassed by the bros.
Luckily, she learnt pretty quickly that something like a sleeping spell ran around these hallways at five in the morning, and if she can get to the bathroom before six, she can have her shower in peace and be out the door by 7:30.
She stepped out of the shower and dried off, starting her morning routine. She brushed her teeth, took her medicines, fixed her hair and makeup. It was 6:30 by the time left the bathroom, and so it was still much too early for the frat boys to wake up. She strutted out in the hallway undisturbed, slipped inside the bedroom again, dropped her towel and tried to find some clothes to put on.
It is now 6:50, and Daphne was running haggard around the small and cramped bedroom, trying to pick up everything that she would need for the day of classes, as well as putting together a reasonably sociable outfit with yesterday's clothes.
"Bryce, last chance to get up. I'll make you some breakfast if you get up now and go get ready." She bargains with him.
"Tired." The blond boy grunted into his pillow. "Can you come over tonight instead so we can make dinner?"
"Fine, fine, you win." She pulled the pillow up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Try not to miss your other classes. I'll see you around, alright? Bye."
She dropped the pillow back down and walked through his room before pausing in front of the oversized jacket she wore last night. She contemplated if she should take it or not, but ultimately decided it would not hurt. At the very least, it would cover up the ratty shirt that clearly showed that it spent the night on a frat house floor.
Daphne pulled the sleeves on once more, zipped up, grabbed her bag, and headed out.
She decided to ditch her bicycle at the frat house that morning, electing to walk across campus today, as she would inevitably have to come back there either way. It was predictably a bit chilly, but it was quiet and relaxing, having the quad slowly come to life as students like her took equally peaceful tracks to their destinations.
Her morning classes went by fast, so when Daphne was heading out Arroyo Hall for her next period the next block over, she saw Bryce waiting for her. When she caught his eye, he gave her an odd look.
"Is that my hoodie?" He asked when she got close enough. She got quiet for a second. "Daph?"
"Maybe?" She sheepishly answered and he cocked an eyebrow. "Alright, yeah, it is. But, in my defence, I was cold during the night and it smells like you."
He smirked. "So, you just took my hoodie? I was looking for it this morning, y'know?"
She whined and wrapped her arms around him for a hug, hoping to placate him in any case. "I'm sorry, babe. Are you mad?"
"Not at all, you look adorable." The blond jock grabbed her hands through the sleeves. "Look, your arms don't even reach the ends of the sleeves."
He laughed, and she pouted slightly. He did not have to point that out.
She looked up and tilted her head at him. "You're not even mad that I took it without asking? I mean, I must've stolen the last piece of clean laundry in your closet."
Bryce brushed some hair out of her face and smiled at her question.
"What's mine is yours, babe. Not a problem." He poked her nose and gave her a soft kiss to the lips.
"You really mean it?" She bit her lip to hide a smile.
"Of course, I do! You can even keep it, if you like. It's good, so the guys know that you belong to someone." The blond took her chin in his big hand. "Besides, I enjoyed the view you gave me this morning. That makes us even."
Daphne cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "What?"
Bryce leaned over her, a smirk in his face and wickedness running through his eyes.
"Y'know, this morning, from before your shower. It was quite a show." He whispered and made her blush.
"Oh!" Daphne realized just then what he was referring to and donned a smirk of her own. "Well, you can get a better view tonight, if you'd like, hm?"
"Oh, yes, I would." Bryce kissed her passionately by the front door of the building for her next period and pulled away. "Now get to class, I don't want to have to wait an extra hour after school to wait for you to finish your homework or some shit."