Hayden
"Zion, you in there?"
I knocked on Zion’s door, leaning against the wall. It was late, and I was sure he was getting ready to sleep. But my head was a mess, and my chest felt tight. I needed fresh air—or maybe, I just needed someone to listen.
The door opened a few seconds later, revealing Zion in just his boxers, his hair a mess, and his face groggy. He blinked at me lazily, clearly annoyed at being disturbed in the middle of the night.
"Dude, what do you want?" he asked, voice raspy.
I swallowed hard, suddenly hesitating. "Never mind."
I had just bothered him, and now I was backing out. But before I could turn around, Zion huffed in irritation. "Are you f*****g kidding me? You interrupt my ‘personal time,’ and now you’re saying never mind? What the hell, man?"
I let out a s
