Fated to Hate You

Parker's POV:

The morning after Blaze's birthday party was chaotic to say the least. I woke up before everyone else, and being the good person I am, started cleaning the room.

It was harder than normal considering it was full of sleeping teenagers. There wasn't that much to pick up, it was more a matter of not waking anyone up.

After I finished cleaning everything up, I kicked them all awake. "Wake up idiots. It's morning and you guys need to leave soon." Arabella was the first one that got up, so she helped me with everyone else.

It took a couple minutes, but we eventually woke everyone up, even Andrew. I swear that dude could sleep through a tornado. It took me almost 5 minutes just to wake him up.

Once everyone was up, we all took turns in the bathroom freshening up. All we could really do was rinse our face and mouth with water, but it was something. After I was done, I exited and headed over to Scottie.

"Should we head down now?" I asked.

"Sure. Wait," he said.

I turned back to look at him. "I thought Blaze told you you weren't allowed to go downstairs?"

"Oh right," I mumbled. "Well, I'll just go see if she's awake. If she isn't, I'll wake her up and send her down. Maybe you guys could make breakfast together," I replied with a wink.

A slight blush bloomed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Aww, he was embarrassed. I am so going to tease him about that later, I thought. Finding Blaze's room didn't take that long. It was only 2 doors down at the end of the hallway.

I made my hand into a fist and brought my knuckles up to knock, but I got no answer. Either she was still asleep or was already downstairs. The door wasn't shut all the way, so I quietly pushed it open and peered inside.

The first thing I was greeted with was a wall of different photos and posters from different groups, and of her family and friends. On the other wall was a desk that was littered with trash and pencils.

There was a door next to it that I assumed led to a closet or bathroom. On the wall opposite sat her bed, with a sleeping Blaze still in it.

She was on her back, legs and arms sprawled out, hair in her face, and her shirt was riding up a little bit. She looked very comfy. Too bad I had to wake her up.

"Anders, wake up. Scottie is waiting for you to come down so you can make breakfast together." Silence. "Hello?" I waved my hand in front of her face. "Anders?"

Once again I was greeted with silence. Great.

Well, since she's not waking up might as well take advantage of it. I unlocked my phone and pulled up the camera and took some pictures of her sleeping. These would be perfect for blackmail. I can get her to do anything I want, because I know she hate's it when people see her sleeping.

It's why she's never fallen asleep in a single class, not once. Which is amazing considering how boring all our teachers are.

After I had enough pictures from different angles, I tucked my phone back in my pocket and slowly backed away, but something stopped me.

For some odd reason, there was something in me that didn't want to wake her up. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, like it was the first time in a long time she slept this good.

Trust me, I know what it's like for that to happen. I have 5 younger siblings, so it's pretty hard for me to get a good night's sleep. And that's all it was, empathy. Nothing else.