“Ugh”, I slump even deeper into my bed.

Pillows everywhere, and empty plate of food beside me and a laptop open to an unfinished essay tilted “The River Nile”.

I hate all-nighters.

And there goes the last sip of my third coffee, great.

I slowly reach out for my phone and check the time. Only 2:47am.

The thing that annoys me most is Kayla, fast asleep it the bed across the room. She is the perfect combination of, smart, organised and popular. The obvious favourite.

I can’t wait until she starts sleep talking again.

I place down my phone back on my nightstand. This assignment is already past due. Hurry up, just write!

Then I finally hear a few words escape from Kayla’s mouth.

“Once, only, because”, she mumbled.

That didn’t make any sense.

“Don’t tell!”, she almost yelled.

Since when did Kayla have secrets?

She never had to hide anything thing. She could get any guy she wanted just by looking at them. I didn’t think anything could be wrong with Little Mrs Know It All.

“Arthur- I, I- it was me”, she mumbled in horror.

I always knew that there was something strange about my boyfriends recent disappearance.