YOU JERK!
I switched on the lights, and immediately he groaned. "Turn them off," he muttered.
"It's not your room," I shot back. He buried his face under the blanket and went back to sleep. I rolled my eyes and trudged to the bathroom, taking a quick bath to wake myself fully.
When I returned, he was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone like I didn't exist. Minutes later, he stood, went into the bathroom for his own shower, and emerged looking freshly awake. I was brushing my hair when he ignored me completely and headed straight to the kitchen. With precise, swift movements, he cooked noodles, placed the steaming bowls on the living room table, and said loudly, "If you want to eat, then eat. Made some extra… by mistake."
I muttered under my breath, "By mistake… sure," but grabbed a bowl, eating with deliberate attitude while he continued as if I wasn't there. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, "What's your name?"
"Wateen," I replied, glancing at him. "And you?"
No answer. He stood up, went to the bedroom, brushed his hair, grabbed his bag, and said, "I'm waiting in the parking. Exactly two minutes—120 seconds. Then i will leave for university without you." Without another word, he left.
I grabbed my bag and dashed after him, my heart pounding. The cool morning air hit me as I sprinted toward the parking lot, trying not to fall behind. He was already standing by the bike, arms crossed, glancing at his watch like a strict drill instructor. "Finally," he muttered.
He gestured toward the bike. "Sit."
"What? On the bike?" I exclaimed, eyes wide.
He just stared at me.
"I… I can't!" I stammered.
"Sit, or I'm leaving," he said flatly.
"Okay… okay!" I gave in, practically hopping onto the seat. "But… ride slow, pleaseeee!"
He rolled his eyes as I carefully placed my bag between us. My hands gripped his waist like my life depended on it. The moment he started driving, he went way too fast.
"SSSSLLLOOOWWW! YOU JERKKK! STOOOPPP!" I screamed, wind whipping through my hair, heart hammering like crazy.