I can't stand. "Oh shit!" I exclaim with a gasp as I see my phone at the bottom of the pool. I quickly dive down to bring it then I s

e up, but I couldn't care less about an apology; it wo

anda quickly puts a towel around me. Am I shivering? The water was a little bit cold, but I'm not sure of its effect on

nothing is backed up except my notes. I've probably lost all of the pictures along with my contacts; I can't remember if I have any of them backed

shly tackled me, making me throw the ball in the wrong direction, and well... this happened." Josh looks sincere as he ramb

this mess. Now I need to buy a new phone which means that I'll have to take money from what I've been saving for the car. Why did I even com

ns and my facial expressions are enough to prove that I'm a total bitch. He reall

ng my best to control my anger. I don't want to be rude to anyone,

you!" Ella argues. "Listen, I think I've extra clothes in my car. Let me bring them t

can feel it and my face doesn't hurt that much. I press the tissues slightly to my nose and a wince comes out of my mouth. Okay, m

kay, that's quick. "I know it's older than yours, but it works perfectly fine. I'll definitely buy you a new

at him as I take the iPhone 8plus from him. "I'm really sorry for snapping at you like that, but I love my phone so much." I blush

ng the door. I can't help but notice how attractive Josh is. He is so tall, and his chocolate brown hair is smooth; the kind of hair I wouldn't mind running my fingers through. The blue hue of his eyes is jus

wins, and I find myself snooping around. I know this is wrong, but I can't contain the curiosity inside of me. My eyes move along the black shelves on the grey wall and I smile a little to myself as I find a huge collection of comic books; the volumes resting on the shelves scream out his deep love for this genre! The vast

st probably rich. I smell each of them and One Million finds its way easily to my heart. I feel sorry for his girlfriend- if he has one. It seems like he's accustom

return downstairs. My face doesn't look that bad. There's definit

r comment causes the others to look at me and my cheeks heat up a little. At

hting to stay awake as I throw myself on the bed; my eyelids feel so heavy. I can't even find the energy in me to take off my clothes. I

iend who seems to have some energy left in her. She has her laptop on her lap, but I'm not sur

me and I fight the urge to throw a pillow at her, only

s I rub my temples. Why am I that exhausted? I think

and I sit up properly to take the pill. She hands me two pills and a glass of water. I qui

nds?" Lisa wonders. My eyes are closed, so I'm n

. I think they're fun,"

"Any fav

ot. She's adorable," I say

omorrow," she tells me. I mumble a quiet 'goodn

to sleep. I think about my family, my personality, what I hate about myself and what I love. I make up different scenarios in my head and imagine myse

irst time in more than a month, I sleep in less than fifteen minutes. If exhaustio