It is so wrong to wake up now, I scolded myself. It is so wrong, aargh, almost unbelievable and stupid! How can I want to wake up already, when I'd barely slumped on my pillow ten minutes before?

This is not about to be a record-breaking shortest sleep duration ever for me, is it?

If I didn't want to spare myself from any more headaches than I was already having, I could have stabbed my forehead, well, with my hand of course. I'm not exactly a serial killer or something close to being suicidal. So, no weapon usury or anything like that.

I'm just exhausted but mostly pissed, — almost pissed because the environment I find myself in the next few seconds of opening my eyes will determine if I am going to pull through with my boiling annoyance.

Why tonight of all nights anyway? I am starting to think that I really am cursed to not fulfill my fantasies somehow— since I can't get an actual boy to love me in real life, couldn't I have the chance of, at least, stealing the heart of my favorite book character? Even if it's just a dream, am I not doomed to suffer some pleasure too?

Aargh! Now, I am starting to think I really might open my eyes and just, well, find something to do. Something to kill my time at least. I thought reading all through the night until 4:00 A.M would get me a chance to sleep, no matter how brief, and most importantly, dream about kissing and being in love with my biggest crush — Alpha Liam. If I could dream about him every night, I wouldn't mind it one bit, because I know I would wake up every morning with the brightest grin on my albino-red face.

At least that would pacify my soul eternally — Gregor can go to fucking hell for all I care, him and Steven. The next time they sit next to me in Trigonometry class to throw their usual shade about me being the most single boy on the planet, I may just about have the best comeback to give.

I can feel my cheeks warming up to the thought of having to see Liam in my dreams already. It would be so lovely to be his favorite sidekick and Beta. I can imagine his lips so much— very red and soft. Imagine if he were kissing me right now …

Well, maybe I don't have to open my eyes just yet. I probably still have some three good hours before it's time to start preparing for school. I guess it wouldn't hurt the banging much if I pressed my lids together with every force I can muster.

I'd rather endure the migraines than miss out on seeing my cutest Alpha in my dreams. For the past few hours, I'd been reciting the hottest lines of my favorite book. It is the lines that have Liam professing his love to Jacob, his Beta, and soulmate. After which, they share their first sensual kiss.

There's no doubt I would see Liam in my dreams tonight. I have memorized too many of those words to allow me a short chance at fantasy— I am all yours, Liam. You just do not know how soon I'll be seeing you in a bit.

"Arg!" I gasped as I jolted wide awake. The migraines were even worse now, melting my brain all the way down to my lids. My eyes burned.

What was that stupid noise, anyway? It bothered me much because not only had that tire-screeching, mind-shredding sound jostled me from bed, but it had also reminded me of how very little sleep lingered miles away from my eyes anyway. I was too alert to even be asleep, to begin with. Stupid eyes— can't cooperate when I need them to.

"Huh?" I stagger because I immediately become aware of my surroundings and it's looking nothing like my bedroom, at least. What in the fucks is going on here?

I weave my eyes about to see eight mysterious faces glaring at me. Are they glaring, though? There, I'm equally scowling back. Whose fucking idea was this? Was it Athena's? — my controlling older sister, no more than nineteen or there about. Why would she dare pull a stunt like this knowing full well I tend to feel claustrophobic a lot? Does my mom know?

For fucks' sake! How early in the day is this? I need to joggle up to my room and see.

"Ugh! No freaking way!"

I'm stuck down to my toes now. Does Athena have to be so sweet though?

Suddenly, the eight unfamiliar-looking, but drop-dead gorgeous male faces that were all about me; four to either side of the large present-day oak dining table, no longer mattered to me. Not when the sweet, stomach-biting flavor of my favorite Strawberry jelly-topped cake is wafting into my nostrils.

Athena can have my forgiveness for all I care, and mom too.

"Wow, they even got me so many presents." Sighs. "I wish I could have been alert to spy them do this— put this much effort together and all for my birth—"

Wait a minute! I'm certainly not dumb, am I?

My birthday was two months back. I wasn't born twice, for all I know. And, hold up! Why is that handsome face over there putting on a feminine outfit? Am I in some sort of mumbo jumbo charade?

"Lily!" The man in female disguise is shaking his shoulders after barking just now. Dude is even looking at me— boring his eyes into me.

"' Kay, stop looking at me like I am some freak, alright? I get that look a lot at school. My name is not Lily, either. I'm Coover— in case you want to know." I'm snarling hard as I fold my arms together. "Tell me, blonde face, who the fuck are you and how are you invited to my house, anyway?"

A gentry quiet cuts out the most excitement in the hall almost immediately and every eye on the table is robotically directed at me. Way to go, Coover! Now, mom and Athena are going to maul at you for ruining the party and their efforts, most likely.