Seven

Lenora

One of my eyes popped open before the other, and my heartbeat raced with surprise.

This wasn't my room or Ron's frat house. Sitting up, my eyes gaped around. It was still dark and I couldn't see properly, but it was morning, judging from the little creeks of sunlight behind the dark curtains.

My head throbbed painfully as if a drummer had taken residence inside my skull.

What happened to me?

I shook my head, trying to recall memories of what happened last night. The last thing I remembered was running away from Ron, who'd been trying to have his way with me.

I clutched my temple, trying to massage away the pounding headache, and greedily sipped a half-full glass of water beside the bed.

I froze when I sighted Mariselle's unmistakable portrait and my eyes widened in realization.

CJ's room.

What the fuck am I doing in CJ's room?

My heart began pounding and I rushed to the mirror to check my appearance. My hair looked like a mad woman's, and my eyes were bloodshot.

Did CJ see