IVY’S POV
“You need to go out and touch grass.”
Those were the exact words Sabrina said to me the minute she entered the house and caught me binge-watching another series in Devin’s room. She had walked around the house, yelling my name and looking for me until Sarah told her where she could find me. And the state she found me in…welp. Even I took one look at myself in the mirror – disheveled hair with strands sticking all over the place, cheetos stuck in my hair, the same grey top I’ve been wearing for the past few days – and I realized that she was right.
So, despite my protests, she forced me out of bed and into the bathroom, then forced me to put on ‘presentable clothes’ – her words, not mine, and forced me out of the house. We climbed into her car and drove away from the house. Wh
