Freya's pov

I end up staying at Emma's for the rest of the night and manage to get maybe two hours of sleep on her floor before my alarm goes off at seven am reminding me that I have an eight am class that I can't skip.

"You look terrible," Emma observes as I sit up and try to rub the exhaustion from my eyes.

"I feel terrible," I confirm. "I don't know how I'm supposed to go to class and act normal after everything that happened last night."

"You go and you pretend," Emma suggests. "That's ...