I come awake with a jolt, looking clearly around my room, wondering what startled me.
Then there’s a hard knock at my door. I roll my eyes because there’s no doubt in my mind as to who’s on the other side pounding.
Last night, I stayed up late talking to Clementine. She doesn’t seem to be faring much better than I am. Her parents have both already found someone new. So they’ve gone from fighting over her to both trying to pass her off on the other so they can spend time with their new paramours.
With a surge of anger, I get out of bed and yank the door open. “What?”
When Connor doesn’t say anything, I squint up at him with eyes still blurry from sleep. His gaze is working over me from top to bottom with such intensity that my skin prickles as if he’s touched me.
He clears his throat.
