Bzz.
Bzzz.
Bzzzzzzzzz.
"Mm!"
Kyle jolted awake at the relentless buzzing.
His eyes snapped open, slightly red and unfocused. For a brief moment, his mind remained trapped between dreams and reality before everything came rushing back.
Earth.
Montclair.
His home.
Letting out a slow breath, he pushed himself off the bed, only for his legs to buckle beneath him. He stumbled to the side and caught himself before hitting the floor.
It took him a few seconds to steady himself.
Still groggy, he glanced at the clock.
12:08 PM.
His eyes widened.
"What the fuck...?"
He had slept until noon?
Rubbing his aching head, he turned toward the bed.
His phone was still vibrating nonstop.
"Ah..."
Realization struck him like a truck.
He was supposed to spend the day with Amanda.
"Shoot!"
He snatched up the phone, and the moment the screen lit up, his heart nearly stopped.
Thirty-seven messages.
Twelve missed calls.
All from Amanda.
The last message read:
Coming over.
