Banging around woke me up the next morning. Very early. And much too early for my liking.
I didn't need to look at the clock on my bedside table to know that it was 3 o clock in the morning. My body felt like it was being held down by all of the mattresses from The Princess and the Pea.
I groaned and slammed my feet on the floor. The banging only got louder and as I finally woke myself up, I discovered that it was coming from across the hall.
I gritted my teeth and stuffed my bare feet into some slippers I found underneath my bed, then stomped across the hall. Without even knocking, I barged in. Nobody woke me up at three in the morning and got away with it.
To my surprise and horror, I walked in on a shirtless boy with messy, shoulder length brown hair. It was then that I realized that I was not dreaming and that of course there would be a person in the room.
The first thing I noticed was that he was cute. Like really cute. He had a bit of facial hair that made it look like he was older, but I knew that we were the same age from what Diego told me. His long hair perfectly framed his thin face a-
"What are you do-Who are you?!" He exclaimed angrily.
My mind finally registered that he was glaring at me.
I put my hands on my hips, then immediately crossed my arms over my chest, realizing I wasn't wearing a bra under my tank top.
"Look. Not that I'm not used to hot girls in my room late at night. But who are?" He continued, giving me a suspicious look. The anger was clearly gone and now he was looking me up and down.
I glared at him fiercely. "Keep it down." I hissed. "I'm trying to sleep."
"Excuse me, but I'm too busy not caring, so if you don't mind..." he shooed me away. "And next time, knock."
I felt my face grow hot as my skin boiled. "Next time, don't wake me up at three o'clock in the morning." I snapped.
He straightened and glared at me. "I don't know who you think you are but-"
"I don't care what you think, but if I have to live across from you for a few mon-"
"You're Dakota?!" He exclaimed incredulously.
I rolled my eyes. "No. I killed him and hid him underneath your bed. Why don't you take a look?" I replied starkly.
To my surprise, Jace laughed. He sat on his bed. "You're funny." he commented, running his fingers through his hair. I couldn't help admiring his arms as he lifted them. I blinked twice to get them out of my head and crossed my arms tighter.
I raised my eyebrows at him. "Go to bed." I ordered.
"You're not my mother." He retorted childishly.
I scoffed. "Wow. What a good come back." I said.
"Can you just leave? I don't like people." He said, sounding exasperated.
"That makes the both of us, so don't wake me up again." I warned. "Or you'll regret it."
He smirked, clearly not believing me.
I turned on my heel and stomped out. I slumped against my door realizing that I had spoke to the "famous" Jace, and he was really cute.
I shook my head and stuffed myself back underneath my covers, hoping that I wouldn't suddenly begin dreaming about my hot neighbor.
-•-
A few hours later I woke up with a start. Again.
It was my blasted neighbor banging around again.
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