Keno
My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up on the bed almost kicking myself for dreaming that dream I just had.
What hell!?!
My dreams really has the worst timing!
Or best—that is if we talk about reminding me of my stupid life decisions.
Ugh!
I tugged at my hair in exasperation.
And just like that dream, and many other instances that concerned Apollo, I was the first one to give in.
“What the hell am I here for then, you, i***t!?!”
Those words I screamed at Apollo before I headed straight to my room last night echoed in my mind.
The plan of finishing the reports Keng asked me to help him with, forgotten.
“Keno! You stupid! When will you ever stop running your mouth you jerk!?!”
I said loudly as I pulled on my hair still disappointed and angry at myself.
Why?
How?
What was
