If I Stay Books Novels & Stories

##Chapter 4: Cassidy Book One: Stay A low groan rumbles its way from deep within the mountain of pillows and blankets. "I don't feel good," the voice croaks. "I think I have the flu." I snort with about as much derision as I can muster. "What you technically have is called the twenty-four-hour booze flu," I singsong gleefully before yanking open the thick, ugly blue curtains covering our dorm room window and allowing bright sunlight to filter in.

The once-profligate heir of the Carter family had to rent a cramped studio apartment in a rough part of town for a few hundred dollars a month. I indifferently deleted the photo. Claire leaned over. “Who was it?” “Just spam,” I said. Not long after, my phone vibrated again.