Nick’s P.O.V.
As soon I finished my shift, I head straight to Riley’s place. I was worried; I haven’t spoken to her since the morning. There was no answer when I called, and she never replied to my texts, and that wasn’t like her. I knew she was sick, and I think that’s why I was worrying more than I should be. I never even knocked when I got there; I just walked straight in, Riley not locking her door.
“Riley, where are you? Are you OK?” I called out as I made my way into her place.
“Nick?” She called back, and it sounded like it was coming from her bedroom.
I headed through, and she was in bed, the T.V. on.
“Glad you are still alive,” I said, a little annoyed.
“Of course I am,” She said, shaking her head.
“So what you were just ignoring me for the sake
