Rex POV.
I jolted up from the sofa chair I had slept on throughout the night as my phone rang repeatedly.
Clark yawned as he rubbed his eyes as he squinted them like he was trying to read. The sun was piercing through the curtains which lit the room.
"How come I slept here?" He muttered as he got up from the table. "Did you use alcohol in your pasta?" He scowled as he rubbed his eyes again and opened them wider this time around.
My phone rang again and this time, I had to search who the caller was. It was my mother. "Why was she calling?" I scowled as I rubbed my eyes before picking up the call.
"Are you okay? Why do you look so tattered?" She sneered as she wore her glasses. "Have you been drinking, Rex?" She queried as she frowned her face.
"No, not at all, mother!!" I respond
