I don't feel well. And when I say I don't feel well, I mean physically, not mentally.
Well, maybe mentally too. But that's not the point.
I woke up today, planning to ask both Jae and Noah about yesterday. Heck, I even made a script so I wouldn't made a fool of myself.
But now I can't.
"Alright, you just stay at home." My father said. "I'll go to work. Bye, Arielle."
And with that, he's out of the door. Great. I'll be home alone with a box of tissues. I think my room's infected with germs. Ah, crap.
Sighing, I picked my phone up.
2 unread messages.
Both were from Scott. Raising an eyebrow, I looked at its contents.
Good night, princess. Just a quick message to let you know that you mean the world to me. You make me feel special in every way. I'm so glad that I met you. It'
