10. Where is my phone?

Alexandra

I went directly into Clarissa's room, without trying to be quiet. I was sure she was still sleeping. Good, let her feel my rage. Why did she always have to interfere?

My suspicions proved correct; she wasn't awake yet. One of her hands was lifted above her head on the pillow, while she was on her back. She had her cute tiny sleeping dress on which I could easily see because her sheets were covering only her tummy.

Next to her, unsurprisingly, was Ethan. He was shirtless for sure. He was making some small snoring noises, while lying on his stomach, hugging his pillow. All of his back was naked and I would have been impressed by his wide shoulders if I wasn't so angry. They did not hear me coming.

"Clarissa!" I yelled, causing both of them to jump up and turn to me with their mouths open. "Clarissa, how could you? Why did you... seriously? Writing to him from my phone? Pretending it was me..." I gasped for air, suffocated by my rage.