I tossed and turned most of the night. My side wouldn't quit hurting and my brain wouldn't quit thinking about Jackson. When my alarm went off for me to get up, I felt like I hadn't slept a wink. I stumbled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom for a quick shower.
After I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, I threw on my black sundress, then checked my phone for any missed calls or texts from Jackson. I tried to call him again, but it went straight to voicemail. I was getting downright pissed at that point. Angrily, I shoved my phone into my purse, then walked to the kitchen and took some ibuprofen before I left to go to the music studio.
I walked into the studio with my sunglasses covering the dark circles under my eyes. I glanced at the secretary and immedia
