Lana’s POV
I was late.
I was so f*****g late.
I also had a raging headache from that beer I drank last night, and I didn’t even drink a lot. I finished off that one can, and that was it, and now I have a hangover. I didn’t get drunk… at least I didn’t think I did.
Kade and I talked a bit more during dinner, and then we parted ways after things got tense. The memory of the way he was looking at me sent warmth to spread across my cheeks, and I quickly squashed it as I raced around my room to get dressed, cursing his name.
I know it’s not his responsibility to wake me, and we aren’t exactly friends, but he lives down the hall from me and is in this same class…and oh yeah, here’s the kicker…. He’s not home. Which meant that asshole got up early, got dressed, grabbed himself something
