"Hey, wake up already, don't you have classes today?" Freya practically hissed as she shook Jett awake. Her tone was rough around the edges, but underneath it lay a tender concern for him
"Morning already? And it's a Monday, I hate Mondays," Jett groaned, slowly rolling over. In his mind, he muttered, 'I'm mentally exhausted as is.' Despite his grumbling, a faint smile tugged at his lips when he saw Freya's annoyed face.
"Dude, you're going to be late for class," Freya chided, her eyes softening for just a moment as she glanced at him.
"Go without me, just come up with an excuse like I was sick or something. I believe in you," Jett replied, playfully waving her off as he stretched lazily.
He then turned his attention to the window, where he could see the early morning light filtering onto the room. 'Come to think of it, I haven't seen Ella in a while now. She'll probably stay in till Freya gets back, so it's a win for me,' he thought, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
