Suzy had barely moved since she returned home yesterday.
It's been around 24 hours since the alteration with her family. And then... Gavin.
The idiot who ran away from her and left her stranded in the clinic. Well, he hadn't exactly ran. He just called her a lunatic and told her to find her way home.
Maybe he was just shy because she found out he liked her and she had been too direct for him?
She had had to ask the clinic to call Block B to pick her up. The embarrassment. Thankfully, it had been Wilson who came. She said no words to him and he thankfully said none to her as he drove them back home and then she shut herself inside her room.
Her bedspread, once neatly folded, was now rumpled and wrinkled, matching the mess of her hair. She was curled against the headboard, legs folded beneath her, one hand lazily turning the corner of a book she wasn't reading. Her eyes stared at nothing in particular, her mind elsewhere.
