Sixty Four

Riaz's Point Of View

"Up! Up!"

"Come on, Devan." I groaned in annoyance. I heard him chuckle and I covered my head with my blanket. I grinned when I couldn't hear his voice again. Is he gone? I was about drifting back to sleep when my blanket was pulled off my body.

"Stand up!"

"Devan..." I whined and he laughed. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. He widened my eyes with his fingers and I swatted his hands away.

"I'm tired."

"What exactly did you do?"

I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision. My eyes met with his smiling face and I huffed. He's annoying but stupidly handsome.

"My head hurts." I said. My heart skipped a beat as he leaned in and placed his palm on my forehead.

"You have a fever." He said and I bit my lip to stop myself from blushing. "I'll make you hangover soup." He said and I smiled. He ruffled my hair and walked to the door.

"Clean up."

I nodded and he left. I fell to my bed and hugged my pillow to myself, smiling sheepishly like a little kid. What will do I