Episode 4

I laugh; he's got a half crack decent sense of humor. Maybe these fake three months wouldn't be entirely awful; I mean as long as I keep my wall up that is perfectly indestructible.

"Court me ?" I ask and pause before continuing "Who am I, Juliet?"

He snickers. "You've got a smart *** mouth Grey ".

I cockily smile to myself in the midst of the night. Moonlight peeking through my slightly dusty blinds.

We talk for fifteen minutes about aimless nothing until I find myself yawning

"Go to sleep", he says softly through the phone

I shake my head in which he obviously can't see and yet he sights in response to my unsaid reaction.

"No, you go to sleep," I whisper into the phone.

I could now imagine him shaking his head

"Okay", he says, three consecutive beebs occur to notify me that he has hung up on me.

Goodnight Archeer

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Five a.m.

At five in the morning, I receive a call from the same voice I heard two hours ago.

I ignore the call at first, but the ringing and vibrating on my phone had become so incredibly frequent it was hard to ignore. He even bothered to leave voice mails by the dozen. The constant beeps of my phone were more than just irritable.

Tip: Don't agree to an asshole's proposition on a whim.

Our little game hadn't officially started yet and I am already ready to call quits. Archer West has quite the nerves and is quite obnoxious and to think that he believes I am going to fall for someone of his nature.

Four calls later and I find myself picking up my phone and answering it very sleep deprived.

"What do you want?" I groan into the phone.

He doesn't say anything for a second; I hear a tap in my room, I turn towards the noise to see Archer tapping against my window at five in the morning.

I slide out of bed and made my way to the window, struggling to open it. Once it's barely open he pulls it all the way up and slides through.

He's wearing a maroon hoodie with dark grey joggers, his hair is completely disheveled and yet he looks like a person who could be on the runway.

"Good morning, Princess ," he says, his voice not at all fazed by the time of day.

I don't say anything and just roll back into bed. After a minute a relaxation my phone rings, I answer

"Morning, Princess".

I throw my phone back down and bury my face into my beloved pillow.

Seconds later and my phone rings again.

"What the **** do you want?" I yell into my phone

"You" he says smoothly.

Why was he calling me when he's literally two feet away ?

I prepare myself to retort something witty back but before I get the chance I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

Shit.