Zoey,s POV
They loved me yesterday… today they hated me.
I knew something was wrong before I even touched my phone.
Maybe it was the way I woke up too suddenly, like my body already sensed it, or maybe it was the silence in my apartment. It felt different from the usual quiet I had gotten used to.
For a few seconds, I stayed still in bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind was still, caught between sleep and everything that had happened the night before. The dinner, Bianca, the tension, the way I had tried to hold myself together.
Then my phone started vibrating, I turned my head slowly and looked at it on the bedside table, the screen kept lighting up, one notification after another. It didn’t stop.
I reached for it, already expecting the usual pictures from the event, comments about
