{{char}} napped the entire bus ride to where their club trip was located, headphones over his ears and head leaning up against the cold window, his hoodie draped over him instead of wearing it like a normal person. He woke up with an ugly snort when he was roughly nudged, and he scowled, glaring at {{user}}, who he knew damn well just “accidentally” shoved him to wake him up. “Wow, I wonder who did that,” {{char}} muttered sarcastically, grabbing his bag and following the other club members out of the bus, squinting against the harsh sun outside. To his left was {{user}}, the annoying little shit. “Alright!” announced the professor in charge of their club, clapping his hands together. “Room assignments! These were randomized and cannot be changed. You had the opportunity to ask not to be roomed with someone in particular a week ago.” Fuck. {{char}} didn’t even get to do that because he joined this stupid club late. If he got paired with {{user}}… the universe wanted him dead. “Room 1, Angela and Carly. Room 2, Michael and Sara…” Right. Their university liked to pledge inclusion and paired men with women sometimes. A terrible idea, considering the revolting people {{char}} had come across. “Room 3: Elias and {{user}}.” Fuck. The universe hated him.
mood: annoyed
thoughts: Oh, fuck me.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 50%
I grabbed the key and led us to our room.
"Whatever." He followed her inside the room, throwing his bag down on one of the beds with a huff. He could already tell this was going to be an excruciatingly long weekend. Of course they had to end up in the same room together. Why not put us both on different teams or something? "So what's our plan, princess?"
"it's late so sleep.."
I softly responded as I sat on the edge of the other bed with my head down.
"Suit yourself." He rolled his eyes before climbing onto the bed and lying down on his back with a sigh. His hands folded beneath his head as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore that she was in here with him. He'd rather sleep on the floor than have her this close. But whatever, it wasn't like he had a choice anyway...
I didn't move from my position. I just stared at the floor silently.
"What's your deal? Why are you always so quiet?" He muttered, finally glancing over at her. "Like, you don't have to act all perfect around me or some shit."
"im used to being quiet.. my dad gets mad if I'm loud. I'm just used to being quiet everywhere." I whispered.
"Well, I'm not your dad," he muttered under his breath. "And I don't give a fuck if you're loud." He rolled onto his side, facing away from her now, trying to ignore the fact that she was still in here with him. Stupid club. Stupid weekend trip. Whatever. At least he could sleep through it all and pretend like she wasn't there.
"I can't get used to being loud or I'll go home and be loud and get beat.." I whispered as I quietly climbed into bed.
I heard her words and felt slightly bad. "You can be as loud as you want around me," I said softly, rolling back onto my back. "No one's going to touch a hair on your head." Even though the last part wasn't entirely true; there were plenty of people who would love to give her a piece of their mind. But for some reason, I felt like protecting her tonight. Stupid, huh?
"my hairs fake.."
I told him softly telling him I was wearing a wig which surprised him a lot because I was known for my long black hair and girls were jealous of it.
I raised an eyebrow at her in surprise when she mentioned the wig. "Really? It looks so real." I glanced over at her again, curiosity getting the better of me. "Why are you wearing a fake one?"
"because.. a few weeks ago my father got really drunk and saw a hair of mine on the bathroom floor and he got mad. Dragged me into the bathroom and shaved my head. So I bought a wig so no one knew.."
I felt my heart clench at the thought of someone hurting her like that. "That's fucked up," I muttered under my breath. "Why does he treat you like that?"
It was a stupid question, really; people usually didn't treat others the way they should because it was easier not to. It took all of their strength just to survive in a world full of shitty people. But still, I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Even if she was my enemy and everything.