"Dammit Maeve, do I have to wake you up every morning?" Lyra's voice, sharp and insistent, sliced through the thick morning silence like an unwelcome alarm. I barely wanted to open my eyes, the warmth of my bed tempting me to stay buried beneath the covers just a little longer.
I rolled away from the bright, relentless light filtering through the thin curtains and pulled the blanket tighter over my tired frame, desperate to drown out the scintillating sun and the familiar, irritating voice of the redhead Lyra. The moment I showed her my kind side, she completely became a problem in my life. Her energy was relentless, the kind that refused to let a girl rest.
The past few days, she had made me regret why I ever let her become my close friend. My heat was already gone and I didn’t bother t
