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[Chapter 21]

**Un-edited and super rushed--sorry about the mistakes! :(**
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Chapter Twenty-One:Euphoric Dreaming...?
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Anna's POV

I was dizzy when I woke up and I was instantly reminded of Jordan Daniels at school and how she fainted because she started to feel queasy.

Did I faint?

I was sleeping in my room, so I couldn't have fainted. I woke up in my own room too, so that meant I had been sleeping the whole night--another good reason as to how I couldn't have fainted. Unless people fainted in their sleep which seemed impossible.

Holding my fuzzy head, I sauntered over to my bathroom noticing how quiet the house was. Dad probably already left for work.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking into my tired eyes I noticed another absent thing. My eyes were puffy and red, like I had either been crying my heart out or that I had been on drugs and was really high.

I didn't do drugs and I certainly didn't cry my heart out last night, so...

I stupidly and carelessly decided it was nothing and suddenly felt the need to wash myself. I felt dirty, like I had been rolling around in mud and then asked a random boy to 'give me good night'.

Half asleep, I pulled out of my clothes and stepped into the shower without checking if it was warm or not.

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The shower had been agonizing and fitful. I stepped out if the shower, unable to stop the crazy, immediate and troubling thoughts that kept haunting and floating around my aching head.

Wrapping myself with a fuzzy robe, I walked out and into my room. No one was home so I didn't care as I let the robe go loose around my body and took my time pulling on another pair of clothes.

My hair was dripping down my bare back as I searched for a clean t-shirt I could wear. I was only wearing a bra when I heard a thump from outside. Something had hit my window.

I wrapped myself up in the towel the was on the floor--just to be safe--and walked hesitantly over to the window that overlooked the backyard.

Peering down at the ground, searching for whatever the thing that had hit my window was laying, I found nothing. Instead, what I found scared the living bejesus out of me.

Andrew.

He was somehow hanging from my windowsill, waiting for me to open my window for him. How did he get up here. There was no giant tree that could've helped him climb all the way up here. Plus, the wall was flat--there were no little ledges or crooks and crannies that he could've used to aid him.

I was freaking out and so, without thinking for another option, I pushed my window up, opening it for him so he could climb through...while the only thing I had on was a pair of jeans and a towel wrapped around myself.

He ducked his head and swiftly and quite easily climbed through. Realizing what I did not have on, I immediately ran to my closet and shut the door behind me. I didn't care as to what I wore now, and flung on a random shirt. I didn't even see which shirt it was because it was so dark.

Breathlessly, I opened the door to my closet and pushed the strands of hair out of my eyes. I took a deep breath in, preparing to fire a bunch of questions at him.