Chapter Three — James.
“No..no James please don't go,” Simon cries out as he stirs beside me, causing me to take a peek up at him. He jerked out of his slumber immediately.
“Simon?”
He's sweating and panting, hot sweat dripping off his chin onto the sheets, soaking them. I sat up and pulled him closer. “What's wrong? Had a bad dream?”
He nodded, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. “I dreamt about a monster chasing us both and I fell behind to help you out when he was close to you. It felt so real,”
“Well, serves you right for watching those movies last night. Now you'd listen a little more when I warn you next time. Let's go get you a glass of water and some breakfast,”
“Ugh, Physics for the first period. Damn, Miss Clair knows how to spoil a good day,” he groans, curling unde
