Chapter 12

(Presentation day)

Patrick's P. O. V

" No....no...NO!" I yelled from my sleep, panting. Shit, i was having a nightmare. Thank God, it felt so real. Taking in deep breaths to calm my jittering nerves, I ran my hands through my hair. Why would I have a nightmare of Sylvia dying in my hands? We've barely even talked the entire last week?

" Maybe it's just my subconscious playing games with me." I muttered, dismissing the thought. I didn't sleep well last night. I couldn't stop thinking about New Jersey. Maybe that's why I had the nightmare.

Glancing at the wall clock, I realized I had woken up a bit early. Since I can't go to sleep, there's nothing else to do than to prepare for school.

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Sylvia's P. O. V

The alarm bell rang, and I groaned, turning to another corner of the bed. Clicking on the snooze button, I snuggled deeper into the sheets, trying to catch a few minutes of sleep.

" Sylvia, how many times have you pressed that snooze button?"