Summer's Pov
My alarm went off at six-fifteen and I lay there staring at the ceiling like it had personally wronged me.
I knew I had to get up. I knew that. My body knew that. My body simply was not interested in cooperating with what my brain knew, and so I pulled the duvet over my face and lay there in the warm dark and thought about all the very good reasons why today specifically was a day I did not want to exist in.
One: I had a split lip.
Two: I had detention.
Three: the entire school had watched me fight Crew's girlfriend in a corridor and was going to have many, many things to say about it.
Four: I had not spoken to my mother since walking away from her last night, and the silence sitting between us in this house had a weight to it that I could feel even through two floors an
