Clara's POV
I panicked as I jumped out of bed, my eyes widening.
Derek groaned as he sat up straight next to me.
I couldn't recall exactly when I fell asleep last night. I remember we were talking, and then we decided to watch a little bit of a movie before going home, and that's all I remember.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked in his deep morning voice.
"I have to get home," I panicked.
He raked his hands through his hair, making it even messier. "Why don't you stay and have breakfast first?" He suggested.
I searched the room for my shoes. "I have to go now. I didn't tell my mom I wouldn't be coming home yesterday." I insisted. I showed him the notifications on my home screen to demonstrate the severity of this situation.
He sighed. "How about I take you home then?" He suggested. He c
