(Quinn's POV)
I freeze as the door slams shut. I’m about to count down, as I wait for my friends to pounce, when something cold wraps around my ankles and yanks me out of bed. My eyes snap open to find Emmerson looming over me, her face twisted in anger.
“Not again, Quinn!” she exclaims, scowling.
I roll over and close my eyes, willing sleep to take me so that I can ignore her. I am not in the mood for her being a b***h right now. Sometimes I don’t think that she can comprehend what I am going through. All I want is for my friends to accept me for who I am. Having your life mapped out for you and being engaged to someone before you can even walk is far from ideal.
The last two-and-a-half years have gone a lot faster than I hoped. Being here has given me something I have been missing a
