*Sydney Roswell’s POV*
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“Ouch! What the heck is your problem?” I cursed and winced in pain as my butt touched the floor after I opened my eyes and saw OJ’s face was so close to mine.
I fell from my bed because her lips were like two inches away from touching mine, and who wouldn’t be surprised as hell?
I got up from the floor, and I sharply looked at her, who was sitting on my bed, cross-legged, and with a grin on her super happy face.
Her grin turned into a chuckle that later became a laugh, and I showed her an annoyed look on my face. I had just woken up, and it's still so early in the morning to be messing up with people.
Was she trying to kiss me earlier? Or had she kissed me already, and I didn't notice?
Hmm, this biatch must have done something silly to me while I was sleeping. But isn't it great? No.
I crossed my arms on my chest and kept looking at her while she was losing her sh*t, laughing at me.