~Valen~
The sun is searing my eyes out of my head as it lights up the back of my eyelids. I am working up the energy to force myself out of bed when Marcus bursts into my room, slamming the door into the wall loudly, the noise rattling my already pounding headache.
"Ah, good. You're up," he says just as I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I wave him off, but he doesn't leave. Instead, he leans on the wall beside my dresser.
"What?" I ask, my head pulsing violently in my skull. I look around my room to find some redhead in my bed and groan, praying I used a rubber. She's tangled in the sheets, and just seeing her there irritates me. Stupid d**k, why does it always pick bimbos?
"The rogue girl in my room, where did she go?"
Huh? What the f**k is he talking about? I'm too hungover for his drama t
