I woke up in the morning, my head splitting, while the stupid sunlight pierced through the curtains, hitting my face and making my temples throb. I groaned as I turned to see, Greyson lying next to me, and he looked like he hadn't slept at all, dark circles under his eyes.
''Greyson!'' I said angrily, sitting up and clutching my head. ''Why did you do that to me last night? What did you blow in my face?''
''What are you talking about?'' He replied, confusion washing over his face. ''We were kissing and you blew some kind of white dust in my face.''
Greyson laughed, and sat up too, ''I didn't do anything to you. You must have been sleeping. I came home last night, and you were already asleep.''
''What? No I wasn't.'' I argued, as I thought back to last night. ''Why are you lying? I came
