•MARIANA•
“Mariana!”
“Mariana!” A voice cut through my sleep, making me groggily mumble something incomprehensible. As I turned my head, I was almost back to sleep when the voice shook me again.
“Mariana! Wake up!” The voice was louder this time, and I slowly opened my eyes to see Tyler standing there.
“What happened?” I asked, lifting my head from the table and rubbing my eyes.
“You fell asleep, and it’s already really late. Everyone’s gone home. The students have served their detention and left,” he explained.
“Oh, shit!” I sprang up at that, wincing as pain shot through my knee. For a moment, I’d forgotten about the bruise.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked, ignoring the pain as we walked out of the cafeteria together.