Amelia POV
"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead." A way too chirpy voice rings out as I’m simultaneously shaken by the arm.
I swat away the offending appendage. But the person is relentless, persistent and continues to rouse me from my slumber, until I’m forced to roll over and glare at my attacker. “What hell do you want, Jax? It’s Saturday.”
Jax stands above me with a smug grin plastered on his face. “You’ve slept long enough, it’s time for you to get up!”
“What do you mean? It’s like…” I reach over to grab my phone from the night stand and my eyes instantly bulge from their sockets. “It’s minutes to twelve!” I shriek.
“Oh, is it? Hmm, that’s weird.” He plays the part of a fool like a pro. Even a blind bat can see that outside is still painted black.
“Welp” he shrugs nonchalantly while attempt
