Iris's POV
"Iris Brooke. I am giving you 5 minutes to move your ass or else..." Blair my best friend threatened for the hundredth time in the last three days.
After Xander left. I didn't want to go back and face him. So I crashed at my childhood best friend Blair's place.
Thinking about Xander was enough for me to groan and dig my face further into the pillow.
"Iris. ....." this time taking her warning seriously, I sat. Pouting.
Blair stood at the edge of the bed with her blonde hair put in a messy bun. Her pale face scowling. Hands-on her slender hips with curves at all right places. And her blue eyes glinting a warning.
Sitting Indian style. I give her my best puppy dog eyes, for her to stop bugging me.
"Oh don't you dare give me that look it's not going to work Missy. ." Sighing she took a place at the edge of the bed." Iris it's not I am complaining about your stay here. You can stay as long as you wish. But what concerns me is this sad expression on your face.
I don't know what
