I brushed my hair violently to get it to settle down. Of course, the brown knots only got worse, resulting in the brush almost getting stuck in my hair.

Sighing in frustration, I threw my brush to the side and tied my hair back with a scrunchy. Like normal, my curls won.

It was the second day of break, and my family had spent the day at home, preparing a dinner. My mother decided that Connell should come, and called him to ask if he’d come over.

To his own demise, he said yes. I tried to tell him it was a bad idea, but he wouldn’t listen to me....