Chapter 6

"Dude, shut the fuck up, will you? I'm trying to take a nap before training tonight." Chad groaned, heaving a pillow across the room and nailing me right in the face. "Fuck off before I put laxatives in your food and don't tell you again." I threatened. He grumbled a quiet 'asshole' under his breath and turned his body so his back was facing me. I rubbed my fingers against my temples and tried to recall that last place I put the damn thing. "Have you seen my charger? My laptop is almost dead and I'm supposed to meet Aurora at the library in seven minutes!" I yelled anxiously. I couldn't afford to be late. That showed that I didn't care, and I most definitely did. I frantically searched my desk drawers; desperately hoping it was in one of them, though it wasn't. "It's on top of the fridge. You put it there yesterday after cleaning your backpack out." He mumbled, dozing off once again. Snatching the charger, I shoved it in my backpack before rushing