What the actual f**k is this situation. It’s the following day of that big-time performance where Victor had staged the performance and tricked my friends that thought we’ve finally hit it big time. I’m still pissed at it even though it’s the next day and officially the first day of my summer break. I should be feeling happy that I don’t have to do anything school-related for the next few months, but I’m seriously lazy to get up and start my day. My bed is a mess, my clothes are even messier, and my hair is the messiest it has ever been. I just want to marry my bed and phone and stay here for the rest of my life. Jason says otherwise as he opened my door and didn’t even bother to wait for my reply after he knocked on it.
“Get up brat. How long are you going to make me wait?” His voice sou
