“ZOEY!”
I pull my head off my desk with a start as my mom’s voice comes at me. At first I assume I’m dreaming, but the wooden desk beneath my fingers feel too real. Stretching, I wipe the drool off my mouth and rise from the chair I fell asleep in last night. Or this morning. I have no clue when sleep finally took me over.
I almost fall on the floor when I move off. My legs didn’t get the memo that it’s morning. Time for breakfast, as indicated from my mom’s constant calling of my name. I stick my head out to the door to let her know I’m on my way, then I quickly change and freshen up. I free my braid and drag my fingers through my hair giving it a tousled look.
I head downstairs to find Asher groaning and rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes are bloodshot, like he hadn’t yet gone to
