It’s growing brighter by the second. “Are these blackout curtains? How the fuck can you see anything?” I open my eyes to find Trevor standing at the foot of my bed. Apparently he barged into my room without knocking. Or maybe he did knock, and I didn’t hear him. Don’t know, don’t care. I just want him gone. I close my eyes hoping he’ll disappear, but when I open them again, he’s still there. Fucking hell. “Helloooo, don’t you see that I’m having a breakdown over here?” he shouts at me in a pitiful, mopey voice. “And since when do you sleep in this late?” I look at the alarm clock, blinking because I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s after eight in the morning. I’ve slept a full eight hours. Well, damn. I can’t remember the last time that happened. Looks like I got my wish. “Oh my God!” Charlotte screeches from beside me, reminding me of her presence.
