I WOKE UP LATE with a pounding headache from staying up too late last night. Quinn and I talked on the phone for over an hour, and by the time we hang up, it was almost two in the morning. With my eyes shut, I grabbed the phone from the night table. I opened one eye to text Quinn, but my phone is officially dead. I was so sleepy last night that I didn't bother charging.
I got up and charged my phone near my study table, then used the washroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then reached for my robe. Like a typical teenager, I didn't bother brushing my hair and just put it up on a messy bun. I heard people talking in the kitchen. My parents and -- is that Quinn's voice? What time is it?
"Good morning," said Quinn.
I was on the last step of the stairs when I heard his voice. I loo
