June
My hands roam over the empty sheets, searching for the heat of his muscles, but it's met with only coldness.
"Uh—" my lips mutter as I blink into the empty room.
Where is he?
My fingers keep tapping the bed, restless, until it hits me—I don’t even know what time it is.
Sharply, I spring upright, panic in my throat as my eyes dart around for my phone.
How could he not wake me? s**t.
The spiral halts for a beat when I see the screen: 10:30pm.
Then—buzz, buzz, buzz—notifications explode across my phone like a virus outbreak. Missed calls: Leila, Kayla, Tobias, Amaka, Mr.—
"s**t. s**t. Shit." I mutter as I scroll.
Leila: |What the hell, June! Pick your call!!!| .
I don’t even bother with the rest. My body jerks into motion, scrambling off the bed, mind racing, then my eyes land
