~Iris' POV~
The next morning, Cassie woke me up to help make breakfast. I sighed to myself and whined, rolling away from her as she poked me in the face. "Wake up, Iris!" She whined, but I ignored her. I just wanted to sleep some more. There was no way I'd slept more than seven or eight hours, which, for me, wasn't a lot. Not during the summer, anyways.
When she realized I wasn't going to listen, I felt her grab the fabric of the blankets and yank them off. I shot up, my dark hair probably a tangled mess. "Give me that!" I exclaimed angrily, not liking that I was being disturbed from my sleep. She only stuck her head up stubbornly, pursing her lips in refusal. I glared at her and accepted that she wasn't going to be giving me back the blankets, knowing her. Therefore, I rolled onto my side so that I wasn't facing her and curled up into a ball to try to go back to sleep. "Iris! Wake up now!" She demanded, sounding motherly. I just ignored her again. "Get up right now! I'm not joking." She repeated, but still I did nothing. "Don't you make me go get Luke." She threatened.
For a second, I hesitated. I really didn't want her to do that. She knew he and I hated each other and I had a feeling his methods of waking me up wouldn't be so nice. After a moment, I calmed myself down. Luke was probably asleep and he didn't like other people being in his bedroom, ever, so it didn't matter. Her threat was void. That was why I ignored her. I shoved my head under the pillows and stayed curled into a ball, noticing that she had gone quiet. I decided to brush it off, not thinking much of it. I heard the sound of two sets of footsteps enter the bedroom, but still, I paid little to no mind. "Go away, Cassie. I'm so tired." I whined, causing her to scoff. "Fine, I'll leave." She muttered. I frowned in confusion, wondering why she had decided to go. When the door lightly shut, though, I couldn't find it in me to give much of a shit anymore. Instead, I just tried to go back to sleep.
Suddenly, a single set of footsteps headed towards my bed, and I sighed irritably. "Go away!" I complained, not bothering to see who it was. Suddenly, a hand clasped around my ankle and I was tugged from my spot, causing me to squeal in surprise. My head shot up while I tried to pull my leg away from their grip, glaring when I realized it was Luke. "That little traitor!" I hissed, using my other foot to try to kick him away.
Luke glared back at me, pulling me to the very edge of the bed. "Get your lazy ass up." He snapped, but I just yanked and kicked my leg around in his grip. "Let go of me, you dick!" I exclaimed, unsurprised when he didn't listen to my request. He tugged me more off the edge, so that my butt hung off and I had to hold onto the sheets to not fall. "I said get up! I'll drag your ass right off this bed, Iris." He threatened, but I just shook my head. "You're stupid! It's your fault I'm so tired, so get away!" I glared at him, holding tightly to the sheets as I tried to pull myself up onto the bed again. As I expected, it didn't work. His hands tugged me harder, but I resisted, gripping onto the bed as I kicked my legs. "Let go of me, you moron!" I groaned, but he just glared at me harder. "Goddamn it, you're a stubborn bitch. Just get up so you can make breakfast!" He demanded, causing me to gape at him. "This is your cabin! You go make breakfast!" I scoffed.
His face formed into a scowl, gripping tighter at my ankles while he stared down at me. "I like your friend better." He growled. I just rolled my eyes, giving him an unimpressed look. "Do you? Wow! That's so nice, but unfortunately, I couldn't give less of a shit. Now get away." I snapped, now glaring at him again.
Luke dug his nails into my ankles and I hissed in pain, still trying to kick him away. "Yeah, I do. At least she doesn't bitch at me and drink my sodas, you little brat. Plus, she's hot." He said. Disgusted, I clenched my jaw. "She's not hot, you pig. She's beautiful and way out of your league. Don't even think of it." I snapped, not wanting him to have anything to do with her. He was a dickhead and she was too good for that. "Don't worry. I don't need more pussy." He assured. I stared at him, disgusted. "You are gross." I said simply, glaring at him once again. "Now let me go." I huffed, momentarily stopping the kicking of my legs. He pursed his lips and shook his head, making it clear that that wasn't happening anytime soon. "Just get up. You can think of making breakfast as payment for drinking my soda last night." He said, only making me scowl at him. "I already bought you two packs. My payment has been completed." I snapped. He didn't seem to appreciate that.
His blue eyes glared at me again, something that the both of us seemed to do incredibly well around one another. "Then think of it as a way of getting to sleep inside tonight." He said.
I was surprised when he gave another good tug at my ankles, effectively managing to pull me completely off of the bed. My hands slipped, not expecting him to do that, and I fell to the floor on my back. My head knocked hard against the floor and I cried out in pain, lifting my hand to the spot to rub it. Luke, the dickhead, had the nerve to just laugh and look down at me, still holding onto my ankles. "Let go! That hurt." I whined, sitting up onto my palms. His eyes shined with mirth, clearly enjoying my pain, and I screamed when he began dragging me along the floor. "Luke!" I cried, but he only ignored me. As he dragged me around the bed, I realized he was heading towards the bathroom. "Get away! I'll get up, but just let me go!" I exclaimed, trying to push at the floor to get away. It didn't work. Instead, he dragged me straight into the bathroom and I glared up at him when we came to a stop. "Get out." I growled, sitting up once again. He dropped my legs and I stood up, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and shoving him out of the bathroom.
He flipped me the finger and scowled at me before I slammed the door, rolling my eyes. Even though I didn't have any clothes with me in the bathroom that I could change into afterwards, I reluctantly got myself into the shower. After I finished showering, I wrapped myself in a towel and poked my head out of the bathroom, checking to see if the room was empty. When I was sure it was, I headed to the dresser and picked out my undergarments and clothes. I quickly got dressed and then hung my towel in the bathroom, not bothering to brush my hair before I left the room.
I made my way downstairs and spotted Cassie in the living room, sitting on her phone. I glared at the back of her head and stalked up behind her, lightly smacking her on the back of her head. She looked back at me, as if she were about to go off on whoever just hit her, but then she saw it was me and a sheepish smile formed on her face. "Hey..." She said slowly, knowing I was pissed off.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared down at her. "You got Luke to wake me up?" I snapped, scowling at the thought of him. She gave me another sheepish smile. "You wouldn't wake up. Desperate times call for desperate measures." She said simply, twiddling her thumbs. "Don't do it again. You know we don't get along. The stupid douche literally dragged me into the bathroom." I huffed, staring down at her with a frown on my lips. She nodded, standing up from the couch and sliding her phone into her pant pocket. "Okay, I promise I won't." She smiled.
Huffing, I followed her into the kitchen and was glad that everyone else was asleep still. The kitchen and living room were both quiet and empty. I wasn't sure where Luke had gone, but I didn't care much either. I just wanted to get this over with. "Okay, we're just making pancakes and bacon and sausage." Cassie said, gesturing to the counter. She had already pulled out everything we'd need, covering the island counter in them. "That's going to take my whole life." I groaned, trudging over to the stove with a pan in hand that had been on the counter. She rolled her eyes and threw the pack of bacon over at me, where it then hit the cabinet before it fell on the counter beside me. I snorted and grabbed it, smiling a little. "Nice throw." I teased.
By the time we had finished making breakfast, about an hour had gone by. I began putting the dirty dishes into the sink, knowing I'd have to wash them later since Cassie most definitely wouldn't be doing them, while she placed everything on the island counter.
A lot of the house had woken up by now and were either waiting patiently for us to finish making breakfast, which we just had, or were lounging in the living room. Luke was apart of the group which was waiting for us to finish cooking, though he wasn't doing so patiently. For pretty much the entirety of the time that Cassie and I had been cooking, he'd been pestering us. By us, I mean me. He would come in the kitchen every five minutes and stand over me like a weirdo, watching me cook until I told him to get out. I think he knew it made me feel like I needed to cook faster, which is why he did it. Dickhead.
Once all the dirty dishes were piled in the sink, filled with water to let them soak until I did them later, I stalked out of the kitchen past everyone who had rushed in to get food. I trudged my way out of the kitchen and into the living room, plopping onto an empty spot on the couch. "You seem tired." Calum said from the opposite end of the couch, his voice drawing my attention over to him.
I nodded and turned to face him a little more, my legs curled up to my chest on the couch. "Mhm. Cassie and Luke made me wake up." I huffed, pouting to myself. He smiled in amusement just a bit, his soft eyes peering over at me. "Why don't you go back to sleep, then?" He suggested, raising a thick brow up. I sighed and shook my head, frowning a little. "Because I'll probably sleep for another six hours and mess up my sleep schedule. With the way it is now, I really don't need that." I said, chuckling slightly. I didn't need to be going to bed as everyone else was waking up.
Calum grinned and stood up, peering down at me curiously. "We could play a boardgame, if you like. You know, maybe it'll distract you from how tired you are. I'm sure Luke has a couple somewhere around here." He offered, my lips turning up into a small smile as I considered the offer. "If you can find one." I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear. He grinned and set off to find a game for us to play, while I slouched back against the couch. I would've helped him look, but I had a feeling Luke wouldn't appreciate it if he caught me searching through random parts of his cabin. If it were even possible, that'd probably make him hate me more. I really didn't need that. If he hated me any more, he'd probably kill me.
Once Calum returned with Monopoly, which I hadn't played for so long that I forgot how to even play, he explained how the game went and we then got started. One thing that I had forgotten and was soon reminded of was that Monopoly took forever to play. By the time the game was over, about five hours had passed and I was ready to knock out in bed for the next two days. Because Calum proved to not only be better, but have more understanding of Monopoly, he ended up winning.
Slouching back against the couch while he went to put up the game, I whined to myself. I was only more tired now than I had been before. That was to be expected, though. Now, it was only a little past three PM, but I didn't care about how early it was anymore. I just wanted to go to sleep. Deciding I no longer cared about how fucked up my sleep schedule could become, I stood up and headed towards the stairs. "Where do you think you're going, doll face?" Luke asked as he came down the stairs, his broad frame stepping in front of me. I looked up and scowled at him, placing my hands on my hips. "To bed." I said flatly, giving him an 'excuse me' look when he shook his head. "No, you're not." He denied. I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest, leaning my weight onto one foot. "And why's that?" I asked, bored and irritated.
He pointed a long finger towards the kitchen. "You've not done the dishes." He stated, crossing his arms over his chest as well. I stared at him for a moment, just glaring up at him. "I don't care. I can do them later." I stated, but he shook his head. "Will you, though?" He asked, giving me a doubtful look.
I sighed and nodded, rolling my eyes. "Yes. Now get out of my way, you douche." I huffed, causing his jaw to clench angrily. He leaned down a little, only so that his face was closer to mine. His blue eyes glared intimidatingly into my brown ones, making me want to step away, but I refrained. "If I find out that you didn't do them, you'll sleep outside tomorrow night." He threatened, his voice low. I glared back at him. "You can't keep using that as a way to get me to do what you want me to." I snapped.
Luke only snorted, shaking his head. "Right now, I'm using it to get you to do what you're supposed to. You made the mess." He said smartly, smirking smugly. I scoffed, raising my brows at him. "Yeah, that's the only time you've used that threat for something I already planned on doing. By the way, I didn't want to make breakfast. That was the product of you waking me up, so it's your fault." I retorted, pursing my lips. His smirk disappeared instantly and he stepped just a little closer, from the stairs and onto the flat floor. "You really need to learn when to shut up. Just make sure you get the goddamn dishes done." He demanded, rolling his eyes. I poked him in the chest, irritated. "You need to learn that you're just Andy's friend. You're not my dad, or my brother, or my friend. I don't have to listen to you." I spat, flinching when he smacked my hand away from him roughly.
"You're in my goddamn cabin, bitch, so you do." He hissed. I went quiet, realizing he was right. This was his place. In a way, if he didn't want me to do something or did want me to do something while I stayed here, I should do it. Goddamn it.
My gaze diverted to the floor and, very fucking reluctantly, I nodded my head just the slightest bit. "Fine." I grumbled, sighing. He forced me to look up at him, grabbing my chin in one hand. "What's that?" He taunted, raising a brow. The shithead was enjoying the fact that I had to admit he was right. I hated it and I hated him. I scowled at him, clenching my hands into fists as his fingers gripped tightly at my face. "I said okay." I snapped, glaring at him angrily.
Victoriously, he removed his hand from my face and wiped it on his clothes as if there were the possibility of catching a disease from simply touching me. His eyes were filled with hatred, like always when he looked at me. "You can go, then." He dismissed, saying nothing more before he walked away into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at him, my hands still clenched into angry fists as I headed upstairs towards Cassie and I's bedroom. I shut our door behind us, sighing to myself as I headed over to our bed and grabbed the blanket off the floor.
I didn't even bother changing. I just crawled into bed and went to sleep.