Jake's POV
"Where have you been all night?" Charlotte asks as I stagger into the living room.
'Damn. I was hoping she'd be asleep by now.'
"None of your business," I drawl, dropping onto the couch. I slide down until I’m on the floor, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. I need the noise to slice through the tension in the room.
To my annoyance, Charlotte plants herself right in front of me, arms crossed, that familiar frown stamped on her face. It's become permanent lately—or maybe it just shows up whenever she’s around me.
"Didn't you see that I'd been calling?" she asks, eyes scanning me like she’s waiting for a confession.
"Just leave me alone, Char. I don't want to deal with this right now," I mumble, my eyes struggling to stay open.
"Are you drunk?" Her read jerks bac
