Seventeen-years-old Luna Haley Grey is a shy, awkward little nerd who's idea of a good time is drawing and reading comic books. But after a friendship blossoms between her and South Cross's handsome star footballer, Garrett Carson, her life is turne...
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"Dude, wake up," a voice calls out as I feel my shoulder being shaken. Out of instinct, I push the hand away from me.
Then I pull up the blanket at my waist and shut my eyes tighter. "I want to sleep in.."
I want to sleep all day if I can. My body is aching badly and my head feels heavy. I want to distant myself from last night's memories for as long as I can. For as long as anybody will let me to.
However, the shaking then annoyingly intensifies. "The clean-up is in 5 minutes. It's already 10.40,"
I grumble. What in the world is Rigel talking about? A clean-up? My hands pull up the blanket, covering my face to block out his attacks.
Rigel sighs. I assume he will leave me alone now.
I had a rough night. No, I had a terrible night, I tell myself. I deserve a little bit more rest today.
Slowly, I start to doze back to sleep. Slowly, falling, falling...fall...
Fwupp!!
Suddenly, cool air hits my skin as I realize that I'm coverless and my blanket has been snatched away from me. I jolt up with a start and swiftly turns to the culprit, expecting either Rigel or mom to be standing there.
"It' Sunday! Couldn't I sleep in?!" I yell out.
It takes a few seconds before my vision clears. My eyes blink a couple of times as two figures loom before me. Only that they are not mom or Rigel.
There's two strange boys in my room, next to my bed.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, before scrambling to the corner of the bed.
They flinch at my sudden scream. "Dude, calm down! Why the fuck are you screaming?" The black-haired boy speak, stepping closer to me.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!" I shout at him. How did these guys get in my room??
"Wow, wha.. what?" He says while slowly backing away, startled. Then he turns to the blue-haired boy next to him. They exchange strange looks.
The blue guy looks at me, brows knitted. "Bro, sorry I snatched your blanket.. didn't think you'd react this dramatically," he say, putting his hands in front in a defensive way.
Dramatic!? I'm being dramatic?Who do these strangers think they are??
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!?" I scream again, startling the boys.
My breathing is heavy and I can feel my body lightly shaking. Thoughts of a million different possibilities of what is happening run through my head. I mean, exactly how drunk was I last night?
The boys do not respond. They just look at each other with eyes widen and faces contorted in confusion. Confused myself, I look around me.
And to my dismay, I'm actually not in my bedroom. The walls are not pastel blue. They're a plain, dirty white. When I look up, my eyes meet with the wooden board of a bed frame. I realize now that I'm at the bottom of a bunk bed. In fact, there are a few other bunk beds in the room.
