I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Shit.

I threw on a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting shirt. I was ready to be the most hated person at school.

I ran downstairs, attempting not to make too much noise. Denice was cooking food.

"Hey Denice, if anyone asks, I'm at school," I quickly told her as I put on my shoes.

"I thought Ace didn't want you to go without him?" Denice questioned me as she flipped the pancakes. "My mouth mainly healed, I'll be fine on my own," I assured her.

"Okay... but he won't be too happy." She warned me, pointing the spatula at me....