Andrian’s POV
The bright morning light cut through the blinds of my room, but it felt intrusive, unwelcome.
“Son of a b***h” I cursed at the blinding light , shielding my eyes from the brightness that filtered into my room.
My head throbbed with the remnants of the alcohol I had consumed last night, and my body felt heavy, weighted by guilt and frustration more than the hangover.
I ran my hands through my messy hair, groaning as I tried to recall what happened last night and how I ended up in my bed. the memories trickled in like drops of water. Encountering Alex in school. I had expected it anyway but I didn't know why it came as a surprise to me. He had come running to hug me, but i was not the old jacob, i am Andrian Rufus. I had rejected him. A small tug tugged at my heart, but
