Zyron's POV
The morning arrived…
I rose slowly from the bed, groaning as I touched my head.
The pain was truly awful.
I blinked hard, trying to see clearly in the light.
This space felt unknown.
My pulse jumped a bit.
Where… where could I be?
I looked down fast—then stopped.
I had no clothes at all.
Just a blanket hid me.
Fear crept up as I looked around, recalling last night. My clothes were gone—but not my jeans, seen balled on the floor. I grabbed them fast and wore them, my mind in overdrive.
I left the bed to seek my shirt, my shoes. My shoes sat still on a wooden seat. As I went that way, I saw something odd.
A bra. On the chair's back.
What is all this? !
"You're awake," a soft voice said behind me now.
I spun around fast.
A girl stood there—dark curly hair, pale skin, brown eyes, soft lips. She wore my school shirt, holding breakfast and coffee.
"Who exactly are you? Why wear my shirt? " I asked, totally lost.
