Death wish
Morning
Sasha and Bluey's House
- 7:38 am
Sasha's point of view
"Good morning! Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" I heard Bluey say as I dragged the duvet cover from my body.
"It's morning already?" I asked sleepily as I opened my eyes and rubbed my face.
"Of course it is!" she said as she walked to the window and opened the curtains.
"Wait, it's just 7:38 am, and you're waking me up?!" she asked with a frown, glaring at me.
"What do you mean by 'is it just 7:38 am'? We've got an early morning class," she said and scoffed loudly.
"Early morning class? Babes, it's just 7:38 am. You should have waited until at least 8:00 o'clock before waking me up," I said with a groan and snatched the duvet cover from her, covering my body again.
"Come on, Sasha, we're supposed to be in class before 8:30 am, and you know it," she said and removed the duvet cover from my body again.
"Leave me alone," I said with a pout.
"I won't until you get up and take your bath. The last time you forced me to get ready, you nagged me all day about it," she said and pulled my legs, dragging me down from the bed.
"Ahh, you w*tch," I yelled and stood up from the floor with a grin.
"You're so dead if I catch you," I yelled and grabbed one of the pillows from the ground with a smirk.
"Don't you dare," she said and started taking steps back.
"Stop me, Barbie," I said with a grin and began chasing her around the room.
"You know what... Fine, game on," she said too and picked up the second pillow, and we began hitting each other, screaming at the top of our lungs.
"Gosh, that was so fun! It's been a long time since we did this," I said and fell onto the bed, breathing heavily.
"Yes! Oh my gosh, I can't breathe!" she said, and we immediately burst into laughter.
"We should do this more often," I said with a chuckle.
"Please, no! I'm literally finding it hard to breathe now," she said and gasped, immediately standing up from the bed.
"What's wrong, Bluey?" I asked, staring at her as she hurriedly put on her flip-flops.
"It's because we're getting late, dummy!" she yelled and ran out of my room. I turned to the small clock in my room to see that it was already 7:58 PM.
"Sh*t!" I yelled and quickly stood up from the bed, running into the bathroom.
#40 minutes later#
Harvard University
"It's all your fault that we're late for class!" Bluey said, walking fast and looking at her wristwatch.
"It's not my fault, but our fault, Bluey," I said, trying to match her pace.
"Seriously, my fault? If you had not hit me with a pillow and gotten out of bed, then I wouldn't have hit you with a pillow too," she said, and I almost chuckled loudly but tried to hide it.
Whenever Bluey is angry or scared, she acts and talks cutely like a child. That's why sometimes I purposely make her mad to see this part of her.
"Fine, I agree it's my fault, but you can't deny that we had fun," I said with a grin and nudged her.
"Yes, I did," she said with a smile, making me chuckle too.
"But I'm mad because... it's Miss Shirley's class," she said with a frown, adjusting her.
"Wait... it's Miss Shirley's class?" I said, gasping loudly and using my hands to cover my mouth.
"I wish I hadn't applied for Economics but Business Administration. At least there, there won't be a Miss Shirley to make my life uncomfortable," Bluey said with a sigh, biting her lips as she climbed the stairs.
"I wonder why she treats us as if we're still in high school."
"We're in deep sh*t, I swear," I said with a scoff.
We finally stopped in front of the hall, and Bluey took a deep breath before pushing the door open... And believe me when I say everyone turned to us, including Miss Shirley, who glared at us immediately.
"And would you guys tell me why you're just coming to my class now?" she said with a frown, glaring at both of us.
"We're sorry, Miss Shirley... Something urgent came up; that's why we are late," Bluey replied, and she scoffed loudly with a huff.
"I don't want this to repeat itself again. Now please go sit down. And as for you, Sasha, try not to distract my class like last time," she said, pointing at me.
"Thank you," we muttered and walked to the back of the room where there were some empty seats to sit down.
"So as I was saying, economic dynamics can also describe an economy's ability to adapt to changing circumstances, such as changing consumers' demand or the availability of resources," she said while the whole class remain silent watching her teach.
Morning
Knight's mansion
9:22 AM
Xena's point of view
I stared at the tab and scoffed loudly while staring at the lady's picture that Knight told me to find out more about. Her face was so spotless... the plastic surgeon really did a wonderful job, I thought, and continued walking towards Knight's room.
There's no way this shape is natural, I thought. I knocked on Knight's door, but he didn't answer the first time.
I knocked again and heard his deep, sexy voice say 'come in' before I pushed the door open and was welcomed by the sweet fragrance of his room.
He had just finished taking his bath and had a towel tied around the lower part of his body.
I smiled and bit my lip while staring at his perfect naked upper body... His hot tattoos and wonderful six-pack abs. Damn, he's the real definition of hot and sexy, I thought, almost biting my lip in front of him.
'Good evening, no, I mean good morning,' I said, bowing a little but didn't get any response from him.
"I have done what you told me to do last night," I said, but he still remained quiet, just staring at me coldly.
"I told you to bring it early in the morning, and the last time I checked, 9:00 AM is not early morning," he said, and I swallowed my saliva.
"I'm sorry, I thought you would still be sleeping; that's why I didn't bring it very early in the morning," I said and heard him scoff.
"And who told you that I slept?" he asked with a frown, and I noticed he had dark circles under his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Boss. I also wanted to tell you that if you want to get rid of the lady, I could do it for you," I said, and he glared hard at me immediately.
"Drop it and get out," he said without giving me a response and turned to the mirror. I stared at his back view and gently dropped the file on the bed, walking out of his room moodily.
Evening
8:22 AM
Bluey's point of view
"And please don't forget to get the carrots too," Sasha yelled from inside her room.
"I've heard you, Chef Sasha," I said with a chuckle and closed the door, walking out of the house.
I'm currently on my way to a shop down the street to get some vegetables for Sasha. I don't know why she's suddenly craving vegetables this evening. Whenever she's on her period, she acts like a pregnant woman.
She is lucky that she's having menstrual cramps; otherwise, I would have never agreed to come out of the house this late just to get vegetables.
I walked for about 5 minutes before finally reaching the shop, and luckily, the shop was still open.
"Good evening, Mrs. Smith," I greeted as I entered the shop.
"Evening, Angel. What brings you to my shop this late?" she said with a smile.
"Vegetables," I said with a chuckle, and she smiled immediately.
"You came out this late just to buy vegetables?" she said sarcastically.
"Yep, and trust me, it's all Sasha's doing," I said.
"Obviously, go get them before it gets really late," she said, and I immediately went to the vegetable corner, picking out what I wanted. "Here," I said and dropped the things I bought in front of her.
"Okay... that should be $20," she said, and I immediately paid, walking out of the shop. Everything was going smoothly at first, but then suddenly I started having that feeling that I was being followed again.
I stopped walking immediately to see if I could hear any footsteps, but I didn't hear any. I took a deep breath and continued walking, and this time I heard the footsteps loud and clear. Someone is definitely following me, I thought, and immediately increased my pace, more like walk-running.
The footsteps became loud and clear that I even had to start running with the person chasing after me. I wasn't such a good runner because of my weight, so the person caught up with me and grabbed my hand, making me shriek in fright.
The person pulled me to face him, and I turned to see an average-height man staring at me lustfully, and the first thing I was welcomed by was the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.
"Let me go!" I yelled, but the bastard just kept on staring at me, licking his black lips.
"You're so damn hot... I've been stalking you for some time, and tonight I'm going to taste you," he said to my face, and I felt like puking because of the way his mouth smelled.
Wait... He was the one who had been stalking me? But he didn't smell like cinder wood, I thought, but started screaming the moment he began dragging me to a dark route.
"Let me go! Someone help!" I yelled, and he immediately covered my mouth with his hand, making me muffle incoherently.
No, please, I can't lose my virginity this way. I thought and tried to fight him off, but he was so strong.
He threw me to the ground and came on top of me, trying to take off my trousers, and all I could do was wiggle and cry out quietly since my mouth was covered.
He was about to successfully take off my trousers when we heard someone say, 'You've got a death wish, don't you?' the cold voice said.