Pouty

Lisa's POV

"Lisa, princess," Chad greeted with vim and vigor as soon as I answered the phone. "I will be arriving at your dorm gates after twenty minutes," Chad informed me enthusiastically. It was only eight-thirty, but I was already done preparing; I was just drying my hair when he called. I turned off the hairdryer and answered his call with only a hum.

"Okay," I replied shortly, misleading them to think I was still in bed.

"I will walk directly into your door if you are not out by the time I get there, you know that, right?" he asked with happy mirth.

"Whatever!" I replied, giggling as soon as the call ended. I pressed the red button to satisfy him with the thought that he could walk into my dorm room.