~Iris' POV~
I gasped as Luke shook me awake a few days later, my eyes shooting open in surprise. Out of reflex, I went to smack him, but he quickly caught my wrist and stopped me from hitting him. "That's not very nice." He pouted.
I swatted him away, glaring up at him. "Why am I awake before I wanted to be, Luke?" I scowled, rolling away from him onto Cassie's empty side of the bed. She must've already gotten up, which didn't surprise me. "Because Andy said you needed to wake up." He said simply, his hands gripping onto the fabric of the blanket that I was wrapped up in. He tugged it and I felt it shift, causing me to whine. "For what purpose?" I groaned, pulling the blanket back towards me. "For the purpose of being awake." He stated.
A whine left my lips. "That's not a good enough purpose."
"Fine, you want a purpose?" He asked, his hands gripping tighter at the blanket. I sighed, closing my eyes with a whine. "No, I'd like to go back to sleep." I mumbled, my cheek pressing into the bed. "Too bad, Iris." He tsked, tugging the blanket. "You're getting up. Andy suggested that we play tag with water balloons after Michael complained about being bored for a solid five minutes." He explained. Admittedly, that caught my attention, but I was too proud to admit it. I just forced myself to dismiss it and stay laid down. "No." I said flatly.
Luke tugged the blanket and I whined, feeling my body being pulled along with it. I was practically wrapped in a cocoon in the blanket. "Luke, please! I-I'm sleepy." I pleaded, but he just relentlessly tugged at the blanket. "No." He stated. I squealed as he pulled me right off of the bed, my body thudding hard against the floor even through the fabric of the thick blanket. "Ow!" I exclaimed, pain sprouting through my body at the impact. He suddenly sat right on top of me, causing me to squeal. "Get off!" I exclaimed, trying to roll over onto my back. Somehow, I managed to do so.
I pushed the blankets off of my face, feeling my hair slightly fluff up from being underneath the blanket. I glared up at Luke, pushing my hair out of my face. "You gonna promise you won't go back to bed?" He asked, raising a brow.
My hands reached up and I shoved his chest, trying to shift out from underneath him. "Get off! I'm tired!" I exclaimed angrily, glaring at him. He leaned down over me, placing his hands on the floor beside my head. "I'll get off if you go get in the shower." He negotiated, raising a brow. I whined, shaking my head. "But I'm tired. Please?" I pouted, really wanting to go back to sleep again, even if for just a while. "You can go back to bed tonight, little doll." He hummed, raising a brow at me. "So get up." He demanded.
A loud sigh left my lips. "No!" I refused, pushing at his chest to try again to make him get off of me. Just like before, it did nothing. "You're really gonna make this hard on yourself, Iris?" He sighed, staring down at me. I could tell I was beginning to irritate him, but I just kept it up. "No! You're the one being stupid!" I huffed, still struggling to push him off of me. Suddenly he got off of me and I stood quickly, trying to pull my blanket back into bed with me. His hands snatched the blanket from my grip and I squealed in surprise, watching as he dropped it to the ground. "Go get in the shower now!" He demanded lowly, glaring at me. Not wanting to give in, I stubbornly shook my head. "No!" I refused. An irritated growl left his lips and he stomped forward, a gasp leaving me when he fisted the front of my shirt and yanked me closer to him. "Do it." He hissed, glaring down at me.
I tried to push him off of me, but he just held tighter. "Stop it! You're going to stretch my shirt out!" I exclaimed, frowning. He glared at me and suddenly spun us around, beginning to force me backwards towards the bathroom. Surprised, I tripped over my feet and down the two of us went, my body hitting hard against the floor for the second time in less than five minutes. "You're man-handling me again!" I whimpered, rubbing the back of my head. He released my shirt and stood up off of me before reaching down and yanking me up to my feet. "Please just go take a shower." He scowled, staring at me.
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Fanfiction"Fuck you." Luke growled, his hands clenching into fists at his side. I rolled my eyes, flipping him the middle finger as I stepped back and readied to spin on my heels to leave. "Only in your dreams." I said. He suddenly reached out and grabbed me...