Rey's POV
Turns out, sleeping does not help get some perspective, because when I wake up a few hours later to see that it's already dark outside, everything that happened comes crashing down on me.
I check my phone to see a few missed calls from Jake and Sophia, who then texted me asking where I went off to and if I'm coming to cheerleading practice, which was over two hours ago anyway.
I groan and throw my phone under the pillow. No texts from Niall. I did expect it, but that still doesn't mean I'm happy about it, even though I know there's no reason for him to ask how I am after our conversation in the bathroom. I take my phone back from under the pillow and open Snapchat to get rid of the notifications.
As I go through the stories on my i********:, I see one that a cheerleader poste
