(Mylay's POV)
Hearing my alarm ring, I leaned over and smacked it off my dresser, shutting it off. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. I was exhausted. It had been two days since Quame' and my fight, and we still haven't spoken. I refuse even to look his way. The problem with that, though, is I hadn't had a wink of sleep since Saturday night when Quame' and I went to bed together. It was now Tuesday morning, and my body was tired, but I couldn't sleep more than 45 minutes at a time. I finally pulled myself from bed and headed for the bathroom.
After finishing my business, I met Misha and Lucy in the hallway. "Goddess, you look like crap," Misha stated. I just smiled at her and said, "Thanks!" Lucy walked beside me and wrapped her arm around me. "You and Quame' still g
