23
Lark
“What the hell?” I groaned.
I opened my bleary, tired eyes and reached for my phone, which was buzzing on the nightstand. Finally, it stopped. I flopped back onto the bed and searched desperately for the dream that I’d been in. But it wouldn’t return.
Then suddenly, I heard a banging on the door.
“Ugh,” I muttered as I pulled myself out of bed.
I rubbed a hand over my face and hurried through the apartment to the front door. It looked like English was sleeping through this racket. If it was another drunk ass who had the wrong apartment, I was going to f*****g kill someone. I could see why my parents wanted me in another apartment. If this kept up, I might actually agree with them. My sleep was too f*****g valuable.
I ripped the door open, ready to curse the asshole up and do
