Bearer of Bad News

GENEVIEVE'S POV

“Westonnnn! Did you take my chocolate ice cream from the fridge!” I yelled, stomping into his room.

Weston raised a brow and sat up on his bed, “Is that why you're barging into my room at this ungodly hour?”

I rolled my eyes, eyeing his sleepy face, “It’s 10 a.m. in the morning. Get your ass up and go do something.”

“Leave me alone.”

“No,” I said, opening his windows. “You've lazed