Call Me SIr novel Chapter 12

I glare at my phone as the alarm rings loudly. 6am Great. Yet another sleepless night, I couldn't stop thinking about Lucas, about the sudden closeness, what changed? He went from hating me, to tolerating me and now he's calling me darling and saying how he can't wait to see me. I know I joked about his mood changes, but they really were starting to give me whiplash. As if my magic my phone rang again, except this time it displayed his name rather than my alarm. I groaned loudly, debating if I could pretend to be asleep and get away with no picking it up. Deciding that I would just cause myself problems by avoiding him, I answer the call, placing the phone to my ear.

"Well good morning sunshine, not wanting to answer my calls" I could hear the mocking in his voice, see this is what I mean, he always knows what is going through my mind!

"and how could you possibly know that, maybe I was just sleeping" I can’t help but smile, something about speaking to him erased all previous bad thoughts.

"sleeping past 6am on a college morning? seems very unlike you Darling. How did you sleep?" I smiled even more, blushing slightly. Darling. That's the second time he has said that now.

"erm, sleep? yeah I slept well thank you, how did you sleep?" why the hell did I just say that? why didn't I just admit to not sleeping at all, for god sake its like im just asking for him to be pissed off.

" you didn't sleep at all, did you Lizzie?" He's tone remains playful, not sense of anger present, is he not going to moan for lying? for not telling be honest with him.

"er...no, no I didn't. how do you know?" I bite at my lip, waiting for his voice to come through the speaker of the phone.

"You know I always know these things, plus you sound sleepy as fuck, its cute" Lucas laughs, causing my stomach to restrict as a blush to work its way across my cheeks again. Not only did he swear but he said I sound cute. This man shall be the death of me!

"You know I should be getting dressed; I can't be late to my lesson; my teacher wouldn't be very impressed and would probably come up with several torturous punishments for me" I smile as I hear him gasp.

"Not even 7am Miss Sevenfold and you're already teasing, though you do have a very valid point, he wouldn't be impressed, but those punishments do sound very fun, do they not my little porcupine?" His playful tone remains, someone got out of the right side of the bed today

"your little Porcupine?" I wonder where the nickname came from, ignoring my stomach tightening once again, his porcupine.