IRENE'S POV

I sat in the middle of the bed looking like a dejected bird whose mother had left her behind.

My hair was a mess, not a hot mess, but a total one. My cheeks were stained with fallen mascara from my eyelashes and excessive tears. I looked perfect for a scary halloween statue, I bet I could make a kid faint with my appearance.

I couldn't tell which feeling was greater. The joy of my rebellion or the anger and sadness at realising that James had actually just watched me scream my head off. He seemed bothered by my actions, but not as bothered as I thought he...