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❝ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺. ❞
in which a purple-haired rebel try to convince a red-haired nerd, who is keeping a secret, to run away with her.
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THE LIGHT BATHED THE UNFAMILIAR ROOM THAT SHE WAS IN. Cheryl had woke up with stained bedsheets in a substance that she didn't even want to think about. The bedsheet was white when her bedsheets at home were pink and fluffy. She also didn't have a chandelier nor a painting of a naked woman in her room. And Cheryl certainly didn't have a naked boy in her bedroom. So, Cheryl concluded that she had a one-night stand.
With who? That was the question to ask. Cheryl was too drunk to remember who she had started to kiss in the closet wit, but all she hoped it wasn't someone that she didn't know-
"Good morning, Cheryl," Mumbled a hoarse voice of Reggie. "Didn't we have a good night last night?"
Cheryl shrieked at Reggie and grabbed the blanket to cover her naked chest that was sore and had love bits over her chest. She heard Reggie laugh and turned away, making her face blushed. She still covered her chest even though Reggie had seen it all.
"R-Reggie, what happened?" Asked Cheryl, looking around and quickly clarified. "I mean, what happened but how did it happen?"
"Um, I guess from the pounding in my head and our clothes are scattered around the room," Reggie said, looking back at her sheepishly. "We were drunk and...yeah."
She sighed and shook her head, flopping onto the bed. Cheryl couldn't believe herself, and she wanted to scream into her pillow for her stupidity.
This was why she didn't drink because Cheryl was always conscious of ending up in bed somewhere else that wasn't hers. Then the awareness slipped away, and she had ended up in bed with someone else.
"Ugh," Groaned Cheryl, then she sat upright. "Did-did we use protection?"
Reggie's eyes widened, and they looked around the floor in search of a condom, but there was no sight of the package. They looked at each other, and their breath suddenly became hitched.
Cheryl's mouth was agape and shocked when her phone dinged. She scrambled for it on the floor, dragging the blankets down to covered her chest. The bright phone screen blinded her eyes as she saw a thousand messages that her friends had sent her last night.
Her brown eyes focused on the most recent one that Kathleen had texted her a couple of minutes ago. She gasped and put her phone back into her purse. Cheryl scrambled for her clothes.
"Wh-where are you going, Cheryl?" Asked Reggie, suddenly alerted. "Did something happen?"
"Chanel and Freya are missing," Sighed Cheryl, putting her green, tight dress back on. "And the girls don't know where they are."
