Chapter 8

There are some things that you just can't explain. For instance, liking someone that doesn't even give a shit about you.

- Grace Chanbee

[Justin's POV]

Since it was Summer break, I had the liberty of focusing more on my cotton and silk business in preparation for college next year.

It would seem as though the whole world went on vacations or trips during Summer vacations, but taking a break was non-existent in the life I had chosen, or the life I had been forced to choose.

"Wakey wakey," Amber's annoyingly high-pitched voice called.

If only she knew I could hardly sleep well in the old creaky couch while she lay peacefully in my bed, she wouldn't have had the assumption that I could still be asleep by that time of the morning, whatever the time was.

"I made cookies for you," She said.

Grumbling, I opened my eyes and there she stood, towering above me with a tray of cookies in her hands.

I yawned and stretched out my arms then sat