Meredith's POV
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Go away" I call, rolling over and hoping the noise leaves before sleep does.
"Meredith, unlock the door and get the fu*k up! We are already wayyyyyy late" Bella calls and I must be still ahlf sleeping because I sometimes forget the door even has a lock, let alone use it.
I groan, knowing my best friend too well to presume she would ever even think about leaving before I throw the blanket back and stomp towards the door.
My first attempt is useless, my half-asleep state not helping as my fingers fumble before successfully opening the lock and then the door.
"We're late" Bella states matter a factly as she moves past me and into my wardrobe.
"Late for what?" I groan, falling back on my bed.
"Did you get drugged last night or something? Because thi
