Chapter NINETEEN

C A L E B

Waking up to loud pounding on my bedroom door at five in the morning was probably the sign that today was going to be a rather sucky one.

I stumbled through the darkness of my room, blindly reaching for the doorknob. Max was outside wearing dark jeans and a top with sleeves ending past his knuckles. His hair, which he had dyed blue the other day, looked professionally styled while mine probably looked like a bird's nest.

"Did you forget to set an alarm or?"

"What?" I was barely awake and was blinking rapidly at the sudden brightness coming from the hallway lights.

"Cal, did you forget? We have a meeting in an hour, the driver will be here any minute," Max said. "You should get ready, Patricia's going to kill us if we're late."

A large yawn escaped from my mouth. "Waking up at this sort of time for a meeting should be illegal."