Chapter Nine
When morning arrives, I regret not listening to Adam. My head aches, probably from a combination of deafening music and a lack of sleep, brought on by too many episodes of The Big Bang Theory.
After hitting my snooze button seven times, I manage to sit up. I stare at the gap between my curtains for a while. Dark clouds. Some drizzle. A bad day for the beach and a perfect day to stay inside studying.
Ugh.
I shove my glasses on, shuffle over to my cupboard, and remember that the only clean clothes I have are a few pairs of underwear. I can’t sit in my underwear all day. Or can I? Some of my underwear looks just like—
No, don’t be ridiculous, Alivia. Pyjamas. You can stay in your pyjamas.
I push my glasses up and rub my eyes. Sheesh. Studying is not going to go well if my b
