Cold.
I searched for the blanket not bothering to open my eyes and pulled it back up again.
The right side of my bed sinks, but I ignore it. I don't care about anything right now. And besides, it's probably my parents checking up on me.
By now, they probably know what happened back at Kyle's house. They might have heard everything from Aunt Heather and Uncle Ian.
I'm just relieved that they didn't try to bring it up.
I just don't feel like talking about it yet.
Seeing Kyle with someone else is something I've already readied myself for but this wasn't what I was expecting at all.
It would be different if it was...
If it was...
Could she be?
My train of thought vanished when the unexpected cold pierced my skin for the second time.
I pulled the sheets on me again but this time,
