Chapter 6
"Dude, shut the fuck up, will you? I'm trying to take a nap before training tonight." Chad groaned, heaving a pillow across the room and nailing me right in the face.
"Fuck off before I put laxatives in your food and don't tell you again." I threatened. He grumbled a quiet 'asshole' under his breath and turned his body so his back was facing me. I rubbed my fingers against my temples and tried to recall that last place I put the damn thing.
"Have you seen my charger? My laptop is almost dead and I'm supposed to meet Aurora at the library in seven minutes!" I yelled anxiously. I couldn't afford to be late. That showed that I didn't care, and I most definitely did. I frantically searched my desk drawers; desperately hoping it was in one of them, though it wasn't.