*Bree's POV*
I woke up with the biggest hangover ever, I don't even wanna know what happened last night. I checked my alarm clock
11:37am
I walked downstairs and ate breakfast, there was a note on the tv stand
' gone for awhile , work crap see you around next friday.
xoxo dad.'
Great, home alone for almost a week. Ever since my mom died when I was 11, my dad hasn't been the same. I walk back upstairs and check my phone.
4 messages, all from Hayes.
H- hey you up
H-text me when ur up
H- are you okay
H-text me so I know you're okay
I decided against texting him back and threw my phone on my bed.
•••••
It was the second last day of school and I have a stupid final. I didn't even study. No one likes math, but I probably failed anyways.
I walk down the hallway towards my locker. I see Leah walking with Jack, I was going to yell at her but realized that I shouldn't mess up her opportunity. So I keep walking towards my locker. I open it and put my pencil and shit in my locker. I grab my backpack and walk towards my car.
