John had driven home with the others after the harpies were slayed. He parked his car in the garage and entered the house. He climbed up the stairs to his room, moving slowly due to fatigue. When he got to his room he threw on an old grey shirt and some basketball shorts and flopped onto his bed. He plugged his phone into charge, but before he locked it, he checked his messages. Just one from Alyssa. He read it. And then he read it again. And again. He felt like he had read it 400 times by the time he set his phone down. He didn't know what to think. Did he love Alyssa? He wasn't sure. There was definitely a part of him that liked her a lot. And there was another part that didn't want to ruin their friendship. "Ugh," John groaned as he rolled over and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd ask Gwen tomorrow. She was one of Alyssa's best friends. She would definitely know. With that thought, John quickly fell asleep.