LOGIN{ Anastasia }Bram is being a mix of delirious and absolutely ridiculous, but for some reason it doesn't surprise me. Honestly, if anyone is going to turn a simple fever into a full theatrical performance, it’s him. What does surprise me a little is that none of it makes me want to leave. If anything, the more dramatic he gets, the more worried I feel, which is probably not the healthiest dynamic for either of us, but here we are.Once he finally gets off me; I go gather the meds I bought for him along with my pink water bottle and then I come back to the bed to try and force him to sit up. It takes about five solid minutes of bargaining, begging and lightly threatening to dump water on his face before he finally gives in and drags himself upright.Once he's sitting, I push the pills into his mouth and watch him swallow them with the water I give him while silently praying those ladies at the pharmacy were right about the meds they gave me. "Bram," I murmur, sitting beside him in be
Bram shifts his whole body closer. Until it’s completely on top of mine, actually, but his head returns to rest on my boobs as soon as humanly possible, like he didn’t want to waste even one second of it.And now, it looks like he doesn’t ever want to move. But he’s a very heavy boy and he’s hot as hell. I mean that literally this time. "Bram," I whisper a few seconds later, "You should lie down. On your own, like a normal person, so you can actually rest.” He shakes his head in the tiniest, most stubborn movement imaginable. "No," he murmurs, voice rough and muffled against my body. "Stay. Please. Don't go yet." I sigh softly, mostly at myself, because of course he would say something like that while looking like a tragic Victorian orphan with damp hair and flushed cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere," I tell him quietly, my heartstrings successfully tugged. “Okay.” His hand drifts across the mattress until it finds my wrist. His fingers curl loosely around it, warm and heavy wi
At night, my room feels colder than it did the previous nights, and I hate how quickly my body seems to have gotten used to sleeping next to Bram. Two nights. That's all it took for his stupid giant body heat to become part of my sleep routine. Now the bed feels empty and wrong.And I sleep like shit. I pack my stuff the second I wake up the next morning, barely speaking to Joy as I stuff everything into my suitcase. After that, I spend the rest of the morning in a strange fog, smiling when someone talks to me but barely hearing anything they say. I basically dissociate through breakfast, through Linda's overly cheerful goodbye speech and through the entire process of everyone loading onto the bus. When we finally pull away from the lodge and start heading back to the city, I feel the kind of relief that people probably feel when they survive natural disasters. By the time I arrive at my apartment, I feel like I just spent three years at war. I drop my stuff right by the door
I roll for what feels like a year, tumbling down into a little valley that seems to have appeared out of nowhere. For a second, I honestly think I might’ve died, I’m that overstimulated.The rain’s coming down so hard, it’s basically waterboarding me. The fall was way more dramatic and embarrassing than I will ever admit to another human being, and somewhere along the way my gym shorts ripped. Not a small rip either. The back is basically gone, leaving my ass completely exposed to the elements.My slippers are long gone, and my right ankle is already throbbing. As if I needed more fucking injuries.I groan in pain when I stop rolling and I fumble around for my phone in the pocket of my shorts, hoping to call Annie for a rescue mission, but the screen’s been cracked for months. And, guess what? Waterproofing doesn’t really hold up after that kind of abuse.My phone is completely dead.I stare at it for a second like it might magically revive out of pity, but no. It’s gone. And I can’t
{ Abraham }As soon as Anastasia’s alarm starts ringing in my ear, I get up and get out of bed. I’m not taking any chances today. Annie grumbles like a cute kitty as she shuts the alarm off. But I don’t want to stress her out today, so I simply give her a quick kiss on the cheek and then sprint to put on my slippers and get the hell out of her room. The sneaking around is annoying, but I’d do it every night. It definitely beats having to sleep in a room with fucking Logan. I left my suitcase in the lobby with my new friend Luca last night, so I head there, almost immediately awake, since I had a very nice and long sleep last night, next to Annie. And I’m used to waking up early anyway.“Morning,” I murmur as I approach the lobby. There’s an older lady here this morning and her eyes almost pop out when she sees me approaching while wearing nothing but gym shorts. Literally nothing else, except my slippers, “Uhm, I left my suitcase here last night, with Luca. He said he would put it
Linda marches ahead of us very angrily as soon as we’re out of the water. Shoulders tense, arms stiff, steps sharp. She doesn't look back once, probably because if she sees Bram's face again, she'll snap the whistle in half and stab him with it. We reach the grass clearing and she finally stops to turn to us. Bram stands next to me, completely dripping wet and his hair plastered to his forehead.He looks cute. And unapologetic. "You two," Linda hisses, pointing at Bram and then at me, "Are on thin ice." “What about the two guys who started everything?” Bram complains, raising an eyebrow, “I was focused on the competition until they decided to fight.” “They are being set aside by April, they will not continue in the activities for today. You two won’t either, since you can’t behave appropriately,” she snaps, then takes a deep breath, “This isn’t kindergarten and I shouldn’t have to worry about fights like that. Both of you are getting a sanction. And before you ask: yes, Tyler and







