CARLA
Smith demanded that I stay and I did. Right next to him. On his bed. It made me a teeny bit sad that I couldn't stay next to Dawson this way when he got injured.
I did wanna go to him. But his clique would have lashed out at me. That's why I stayed away.
Smith hasn't said another word. His eyes were shut. But I could tell he was awake, cause he was holding my hand and his thumb was repeatedly caressing the back of my hand.
It was soothing and got me dizzy. I kinda dozed off. When I woke up, he was sitting up and running a hand over my hair.
My head was resting on his shoulder. I quickly leaned up. He chuckled softly.
"Morning, princess."
I gaped. "Morning?" Did I spend the night here?
"No, silly. It was a joke." His chuckle was light and had a slight wince.
Oh, thank god
