~Destiny~
I didn't want to go to school the next day, for it being the second day of December. But I was forced to wake up anyways, by Dawson. I curled up in my covers and I felt his arms scoop me up whole and put me upright on the ground.
"Stop touching me, you i***t!" I said, yawning before I could glare at him. He pulled away and scratched the back of his head. Grinning, he crossed his arms across his chest.
"You don't sound so fierce when you're sleepy, so pointing that out," he told me. Muttering to myself, I went into the washroom and shut the door, locking it noisily and looking myself in the mirror.
Urgh, I looked like such a mess. I wondered if Dawson recognized. Why did I care about what he thought, anyways? I long stopped caring about anything he said or did, now that he jus
