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“Gray!” exclaimed a visibly enthusiastic Zia Scott as she dove into Gray’s bed, interrupting her sleep.

Gray merely groaned in response, pulling the blanket over her head and continuing to sleep in a fetal position with her back facing Zia.

“Graaaaay, come ooooon.” Zia annoyingly shook her back. “Listen to meeeee,” she whined.

Gray brought both palms to cover her ears as her eyes remained shut. ‘Get out,” she uttered in a hoarse, deep voice.

“Nooooo,” Zia whined some more, putting more force in shaking her. “Do you know what time it is? It’s already eleven forty-three for your information.”

Despite her countless attempts, Gray, who seemed to have lulled herself back to sleep, didn't do as much as flinch in response. It snapped a vein in Zia’s forehead and made her go into vicious mode.

Leaning back with both palms behind her supporting her weight, she lifted both legs up and kicked Gray’s back until she fell together with the blanket with her face flat on the floor.

“Fuck…” groa