“Wake up, Scar.” I heard an annoying buzzing in my ear which I tried to block out by placing a pillow over my head. “Come on, Scar. Get up.” There was shaking involved, and I was ready to seriously hurt whomever was rousing me from the land of sleep. “Scar! Get your ass out of bed this instant!” Someone was shrieking at me, and I didn’t appreciate it.
“Go ‘way,” I mumbled, burrowing deeper under my sheets. “No Scar here. Sorry.” The pillow was plucked from my head, and light poured into my room. I pried one eye open and saw Matt standing by the foot of my bed, his hands on his hips. He was only wearing a pair of shorts which was nice, but he was glaring at me, which was not. “Too early, Matt,” I groaned, pulling the covers up again. “Go away.”
“Scar, Kayla got a note. It was taped to her newspaper. She found it this morning.” Matt pulled the covers from me and tugged on my arm. “I have to tell you about it! Get up! I made pancakes.” Pancakes! Well, why didn’t he say so in the first place? I loved pancakes, and Matt made the best pancakes I’ve ever tasted. I hoped he put strawberries in them because those were my favorite.
“Hand me my robe,” I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I slept in the nude, and I wasn’t about to get out of bed in front of Matt without some kind of covering. All right, I knew it was ridiculous because he’d seen me naked before, but it was one of my rules. If we weren’t having sex, I wasn’t going to be naked in front of him. He didn’t have the same compunctions, but I wasn’t worried about that. Matt snatched my robe from the floor by the door—I shed it the second I walked into my room—and threw it at me. I shrugged into it, trying not to display any gratuitous flesh. Matt had a slight smirk on his face as he watched me struggle to protect my virtue. I stuck my tongue out of him as I successfully covered myself. When I was robed, I got out of bed and followed him into the kitchen to grab some food.
“Kayla, where the fuck are you?” He burst into her bedroom without knocking. Kayla was bending over something, her body hiding whatever it was. “Fuck it, Kayla!” Matt strode over to her and knocked her gear to the ground.