Vern had said to meet up in her room at exactly two am. I glance at my phone, double checking the time. I throw the sheets off myself and get up from the bed. I grab my sweatshirt from off the floor and pull it over my head before heading to the door.
I swing the door open to find Grayson standing on the other side.
“Grayson,” I breath. He has impeccable timing.
“Juliette,” he says with furrowed brows. “I was just coming over to check on you.”
“Oh?” I narrow my eyes, scrutinizing him.
“Yeah, I—” he pauses, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “Were you going somewhere?”
“I uh—” I stumble over my words. “I-I was just on my way to the bathroom.”
He takes a step to the side. “Did you need to go?” He motions his head down the hall in the direction of the restroom.
I shake my head. “No, n
