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III. PINK LEMONADE AND LIBRARY DATES. ( but i love the way you lie ! ) ❟ ❥ 🎋⤦ NEW PERSON, SAME OL MISTAKES tame impala . ⚠️⚠️ nsfw and foul language in play!
"Where were you yesterday?"
You nearly choked on your drink at Sasha's question, choosing to think over your words cautiously while fiddling with your straw in between your parted lips. The two of you had planned on getting homework done so you could have an entire day to relax afterwards.
"I was with Porco.. do you not remember?" You furrowed your brows, continuing to take small sips of your lemonade. Of course that wasn't true, but it wasn't like you were going to admit about your whereabouts without Sasha making a big deal about it.
"Porco.... oh! The guy who takes way too long to do his hair." She nudged at your shoulder with a laugh before leaning over to take a sip of the lemonade in your hand, causing you to grimace and her to smile even wider. "This makes me wanna get another pink lemonade.. give me a sec, (Y/N) ! "
She wasn't wrong about his hair, trying not to think about the cuddle sessions you'd have, him resting across your lap with that sleepy smile spread across his lips, his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hues widened at the fact that your best friend had been digging in her bag — while at the same time, making a mad dash towards the café that the two of you had just left from. Were you concerned? Yes.
You opted to wait by the entrance of the library, backpack slung over your shoulder and trying not to overthink too much about your current boyfriend. But you were just as bad as he was, picking up your phone to glance over the texts between you last night.
━━ ( Y/N ). <3 9:06PM. babe ?? are you here rn? baby i've been at the party for a while and i can't find you? ☹️
━━ honey bun. <3 12:56AM. i'm sorry 🤍 i wasn't feeling my best and went back to my dorm. goodnight and have sweet dreams
And here you were, gnawing guilt in your chest while rethinking of last night's events. It took you quite a while to try and hide off every hickey he left upon your skin, the bruises could have a more reasonable explanation. And your brunette hadn't questioned it, more like she teased you for being so reckless in the first. As if she wasn't giving Niccolo a lap dance or something of the sort last night.
