“Get up!”
“The heck, Dylan?!” Jagger looks mortified—he thought an intruder had just broken into his room.
“It’s late in the afternoon and you’re still sleeping?” Dylan asks as he walks outside, heading toward the kitchen.
“f**k it, Dylan. We don’t have classes today, so why should I?” Jagger follows him.
“We don’t, but we need to go somewhere.” Dylan responds while pulling something out of the kitchen drawer, then moving to the fridge.
“Where? And what are you doing in my kitchen? Don’t you have your own kitchen to rummage through?” Jagger is still confused by Dylan’s actions.
“I found out where Spencer is hiding, and we’re going there now. So take this and eat on the way.”
Dylan shoves a jumbo sausage into Jagger’s mouth as he hands him a cloth bag.
“The f**k, Dylan?!”
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