Chapter 11
“Jayden, what did I say?!”
Darren was rudely jerked into consciousness by Mrs. Phillips’ loud voice and the light from the hall, and he buried his face in Jayden’s pillow to block her out. “Urgh,” he offered, and Jayden grumbled.
“Honestly, the pair of you. Breakfast’s in half an hour. And you!” The bed shifted; Jayden yelped, and Darren surmised he’d been whacked. Maybe he should do something. Win boyfriend points or whatever. Eh. Later. He shifted farther into the pillow to hide in case she turned her whacking hand on him too. “You are in so much trouble, young man!”
Yeah, yeah, but could he be in trouble later? Darren wanted to sleep, not be in trouble by association.
Jayden muttered something that sounded unflattering, and then he was pulling at Darren’s arm and slippi
