The room was dark, lit only by the faint blue glow of your alarm clock. You were curled up on the left side of the shared bed, face buried into your pillow, drifting into deep sleep—until the door slammed open with a loud bang.

You groaned instantly, recognizing the heavy boots thudding against the floor.

Jordan. Again.

You sighed harshly and turned your back to her, yanking the blanket over your ears. But it didn’t matter. Her deep, raspy voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"Aww, look who’s already asleep like a grandma," she teased, dragging her voice dramatically as she walked closer, clearly amused.

You stayed still. Not a word. Just hoping she'd shut up and fall asleep. But no—of course not.

A second later, her large, strong hands grabbed your hips from behind. Before you could react, she started moving your body side to side in a mock dance, swaying your waist like you were a rag doll.

"C’mon, strict girl, move those hips!" she laughed, grinning behind you.

“Jordan, stop it!” you hissed, your voice muffled by the pillow.

And then—smack!—she slapped your butt hard enough to make you gasp.

“YOU—!” you shouted, snapping around in rage, but she was already backing up, laughing like a maniac.

You leapt off the bed, chasing after her through the short hallway of your shared apartment. “Get back here, you tomboy freak!”

But just as you reached her, she turned, caught you in one swift motion, and lifted you off the floor like you were nothing. You screamed out, fists pounding against her shoulders and head.

“Put me down, Jordan! You-! You Lesbian freak!!”

Still laughing, she spun around and hauled you back to the bedroom, ignoring every insult thrown her way. You kicked your legs, trying to wriggle free, but her grip was like iron.

She tossed you toward the bed with playful aggression—but you weren’t having it. You latched onto her neck and shoulder, refusing to let go.

“You think I’m just gonna let you throw me around like that?!” you growled, still wrapped around her like a determined koala.

“Damn, you clingy now?” she said with a grin, trying to pry you off. “Relax, princess.”

You gritted your teeth, leaned back just enough to glare at her, and then smacked her on the forehead. “I swear to god, Jordan, I hope you fall in the shower.”

She dropped you onto the bed with a soft thud, then fell back beside you, breathing hard from laughter.

You turned your back to her again, fuming.