I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that I was going to have the worse fucking migraine of my life.

I had called Lena after school, but Samuel picked up and told me she'd fallen asleep.

I was like okay.

Then I told him I'd come check up on her after school, and guess what the bloody bastard said…

“That wouldn't be necessary.”

With that, he ended the call.

Furious, I called three more times.

Three… bloody times.

Only to realize—

I'd been blocked.

Now I'm just fucking pissed, like who the hell did he think he was?

“Stop fretting about this, Rosie. Let's just go home.”

“We don't...