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Zoey’s POV The second hand tattered couch hiss underneath my weight as I shuffle around on it trying to find a more comfortable position to lay in. I should already be fast asleep, preparing for what will probably be a hectic day tomorrow but, somehow, three whole hours later, I’m up watching Young and Hungry and eating pizza. Speaking of pizza. I lean in closer to the coffee table to grab a cheesy slice from the small plastic dish. Devouring half of it, I sink back on the couch with the other piece nestling between my crumpy fingers.  Yum. “Zee, did you borrow the curling iron again?” The light from the television illuminates the slim figure of my housemate, who is frantically scouring the cluttered surfaces on her way over to the couch. “I can’t find it anywhere.” Now that she’s standing fully in the kitchen light, I can make out the detailed bodycon dress she has on. That

Zoey's POV I stumble out of the bathroom, trying my best not to gag from the foul odour that follows us outside. Trailing behind an exhilarated Katherine I try to catch my breath as we head through the dense crowd of boisterous patrons once more.  Dread wash over me as we near the overcrowded bar again, the raw stench of strong alcohol waft to my nose causing me to scrunch up my face in pure disgust.  It is my first time being in a local nightclub. Well, second if you count getting body slammed at the door a few weeks ago. Mimicking Kat I plop down on an unoccupied stool, wanting to be anywhere else. The scent of burning cigarettes grows stagnant in the already polluted air making my head feel woozy. Cl

Zoey's POV "What are you thinking about? Hope it's not anything bad about me." The man's voice crept into my thoughts, yanking me back to reality. I've only known this guy for what couple hours, and I already feel like I've read a whole damn biography about him. Urggggg! I look up from the crowded streets of Seattle just in time to catch a glimpse of his trademark smirk. "Nope. I'm just wondering how the hell so much ego and narcissism can exist solely in just one person "I try to respond with a witty remark. Shaking my head, I turn back to face the window. "Mhm. Can I see you again? Perhaps tomorrow?"

Zoey's POV "Hey Kat, Have you seen my phone?" I inquire, frantically searching beneath and on top of the couch. Goddammit! I'm already running late. This can't be happening.  I assumed I'd left it at the stranger's. As it turned out, I had simply misplaced it. "It's on the coffee table," my roommate exclaims from the kitchen, her mouth full of food. Apparently she's working from home today. Unofficially.  She's in the kitchen, stuffing her face with a ham sandwich, and I'm in the living room, making a shambles and moving around like a headless chicken. Great.  Getting up