Zendaya’s pov
The sharp sound of my alarm shattered the quiet of my room.
The week had gone very fast and it was another Friday. My relationship with Darian grew, and the news spread quickly. Ransford seemed not to be cool with it and he has been disturbing me since.
For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my brain refusing to cooperate with the idea that morning had actually arrived.
The soft grey light slipping through my curtains confirmed it, morning was here, whether I liked it or not. I groaned, dragging my pillow over my face.
“Ugh… no,” I muttered.
Fridays were supposed to feel lighter and easier. But right now, all I felt was the stubborn weight of sleep clinging to my body. Another alarm buzzed. Louder this time.
“Okay, okay, I’m up,” I said, my voi
