LIBERTY’S P.O.V
Brown and yellow orbs were the first that caught my eyes. I started into them, it felt like I was being dragged into them. I felt like I could stare at them forever. Then I noticed black orbs inside of the brown and yellow ones, and the realization hit me. They were eyes. I looked at the face that bore the eyes and was immediately snapped out of my little dream world.
“What the hell are you doing here! Get out of my room!” I tried to scream but failed miserably. My throat was so sore that it came out a squeak. I looked at him with my coldest gaze. But suddenly he smirked. “Oh, but this isn’t your room, Libby. So you can’t tell me what to do.” his low husky and sore voice said, happily.
“What are you talking about? And you do not get to call me Libby, Jeremy. That name
