Blurry lines
(Fiona’s POV)
My phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, pulling me out of my sleep as I scratched my eyes to the bright light leaking through the curtains. I groaned softly and reached for my phone, blinking against the screen light filtering through the phone. It was a message from Paris, at an oddly early hour.
“I’m outside Jalen’s house, Fi—come out. We need to talk,” my heart skipped. She sounded so hasty and I was curious to know what happened.
I sat up instantly as sleep dissolved into my skin. Paris wasn’t the type to show up unannounced unless something truly mattered. I glanced at the time—it was barely past eight and the house was still quiet, so I thought
I rushed to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and changed into a simple short blue dress and
