/Lauren’s POV/
“I’m f****d!” I thought aloud as I held my head in my hands over my legs dragged towards my chest with my fingers in my hair while lamenting over my actions. Curled up in a girlish purple bed’s spread is Sylvia's back bare and her hair spread over the pillow she was clutching onto. I guess she’s still asleep. How the f**k did this happen?
20 HOURS EARLIER
I’m not sure why Nessa’s been avoiding me. I get it I was wrong for trying to kiss her in front of so many people but that wasn’t enough to make her reject my calls. I wish that was the only thing she did to piss me off right now.
“I have nothing to say to you, so leave me alone” I recalled her voice on my way to the pack as she shut me off in front of all of her friends when I wanted to talk to her about it. “Just wha
