Emma’s POV
“Emma,” Liam called out my name as he knocked on my bedroom door.
I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to speak to him, and I’d hoped he would take the hint and assume that I was probably asleep or something, but of course, he didn’t.
“Emma, I know you’re awake. I can see that your lights are still on and if there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you hate sleeping with the lights on”.
Oh, now you know me
“Go away, Liam. I don’t want to talk to you, so just run along and go meet your little girlfriend,” I said, rolling my eyes, even though I knew he couldn’t see me.
“Can you please stop calling her that? It’s rude and disrespectful, Emma,” he said, his voice sounding stern.
He’s such a clown.
“f**k you, Liam. Really, f**k you,” I said with a raised ton
