Elena.

"Your room is such a mess," Jenna grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she stepped over my shoes. I looked up from my phone, meeting her with an equally annoyed expression.

"Then why are you here?" I asked, dropping the phone onto my mattress.

It was close to noon, and I had just finished breakfast. I had decided not to leave my room and pretended to be sick. Zayn had managed to sneak a plate of waffles with eggs and bacon upstairs to me before heading back to the chaos downstairs.

"You're coming with us. We all know you're not really sick," she snapped, standing in the middle of my...