Chapter 174: Grumpy Mole and the Gamer Menace
The next morning, Micah woke up to the sharp, annoying trill of his alarm. His arm shot out from under the blanket like a grumpy mole, snaking around until he found the phone. He grunted as he sat up, hair sticking up in all directions, eyes barely open. He blinked at the screen. 6:00 a.m.
Around him, the dorm was filled with the sound of complaints.
"What’s that sound?"
"Shut it down, man!"
"The sun is not even up!"
Micah rubbed his face with both hands, sighing. "Sorry, sorry," he muttered, fumbling to shut off the alarm.
He dragged himself to the bathroom, face like a zombie’s, and splashed water over his cheeks. His reflection stared back with dead eyes. "Uhh... stupid group project..."
After brushing his teeth and fixing his hair as much as possible, he threw on a hoodie and a pair of jeans. He slung his bag over his shoulder, shoved his phone into his pocket, and stepped out of the dorm room.
By the time he reached the front gate, the sky was still a pale grey. The sun wasn’t even up yet. He yawned into his fist.
Near the gate, a plain black SUV was parked. Driver Dan stood beside it with a warm smile on his face, hands tucked behind his back.
"Morning, young master," he said, stretching a hand with car keys. "Here are the keys to the car."