Chapter 7 ★ You're mine

Hendrix POV Crap. Crap. Crap. When I look over to see that my alarm clock reads 8:03, my stomach does a few summersaults reminding me of my stupid mistake. I have a class at 8:30! Literature History. Despite the fact that I'm still deathly tired, I jump out of bed with such ferocity that the duvet entangles itself around my ankles and sends me sprawling to the floor. I land on the carpet with a dull thud and a moan of pain. I need to get up. I need to get to class. Getting ready in a hurry, I literally throw on whatever's on the floor. A green dress. One of my favorites. I don't really question it, I just pull it over my head as I grab my backpack and push it up and onto my shoulder. I run into the hallway so quickly, I nearly slip and hit my head on the doorway. Landing in the bathroom I stare at my disheveled appearance looking back at me in the mirror with wide, wild eyes. My hair is a rat's n