JASON POV:
Okay, waking up to Ella screaming in my face and then being shoved off the bed? Yeah, I'll admit, not how I pictured this morning going.
One second, I was dreaming of, I don't know, something nice—probably involving chocolate and that weird laugh Ella has when she thinks no one's listening—and the next thing I knew, I was airborne. The ground was surprisingly less forgiving than I expected.
I hit the floor with a loud thud, my shoulder taking the brunt of the impact, and groaned. "What the hell?!"
And then Ella, in full-blown morning outrage mode, screeched, "What the hell?! What the hell?!"
Her face was a mix of confusion, fury, and sheer disbelief, and honestly, I was still trying to figure out what had just happened. I rubbed my shoulder and looked up at her. "What are you doing in my bed?!" she demanded, clutching the covers like I was some kind of intruder.
