Hours passed since I brushed my teeth and I've been curled up on the bed, watching the clock minute by minute. Nobody's bothered me and I'm not sure whether it's because they're not here or if Zander is beginning to trust I won't hurt myself. Who am I kidding? He won't ever trust me.
My hair was brushed for the first time in forever and I felt slightly better, though it still wasn't enough. The weekend is nearing day by day and I'm done trying to fight it, there's nothing I can do to prevent this exchange. Zander won't budge.
The door opened and I jumped, glancing up at the culprit and my mood worsened. Of course! Speak, in this case think, of the devil and he shall appear.
He came over to me, kneeling down to be closer to my eye level and I frowned at his handsome face. Why did he have
