Scooter had been dead asleep and when the bed dipped and Sophie fell into it, he jerked awake roughly. He bit off a cry and jumped up to switch on his lamp to find Sophie sprawled in his bed, looking extremely worse for wear.
It had been days. He had been terrified and searching for her and he had even wanted to report her as a missing person. He would have if he hadn't been a fucking dealer. His parents had seemed less concerned - maybe even a little pleased? But Scooter had been losing his mind.
What if Sophie was hurt? What if she was injured? Oh god, what if she was dead?!
And now here she was, as if...as if nothing had even happened? "Where the hell were you?!" he hissed, horrified.