Lola could be next

Farrell:

I was woken up by the chilly feeling of the rotating fan which was tuned to the highest. When I opened my eyes, I lazily grabbed the duvet around, and pulled it over my body. I was about to go back to sleep when I realized the bed felt different. It wasn't as large as the one I had at home, because I rolled a bit, and I was bh the edge.

Pulling my eyes open, I was met with a quite familiar environment. I was at Courtney's place– her mother's home to be precise. I sat up at once and tried to remember, then I recalled how I had left in a rush the previous night, and as soon as I got to this place, I passed out on the bed because I was exhausted.

While I was still deliberating on getting out of bed, someone knocked on the door.

"Farrell, it's me Courtney. Breakfast is ready, and I'm checking on you too," she said.

The moment she spoke, my stomach rumbled. I needed a warm meal, and sadly this might be my only chance to get one. With a huge sigh, I got out of bed, and made my way