Why 'd you only call me when you're high.

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by -liyahmarie

by -liyahmarie

RUDY'S POV

3AM. the bar was crowded, filled with drunk college students, guzzling shot after shot. alcohol coursed through my veins, my body letting loose. ''she was awesome, bro--fucking awesome in bed.'' my roomate, drew, bragged. ''really? isn't she in 1st year? most of em' are fucking dry as hell.'' a close-friend, chase said, arising laughter in the small group. I didn't bother to listen, instead my fingers roamed the keyboard of my phone. seeing her name. my eyes light up. Y/N.

Y/N | 3:30AM

''You up?''
delivered.

''Rudy? bro?'' JD, another friend, asked. ''mhm? oh shit--yeah, what's up?'' I said, stuffing my phone into the pocket of my leather jacket. ''you good, my guy?'' chase asked. ''yeah, needa' blunt?'' drew asked, grabbing a bag with a ounce of weed from his jean jacket. ''nah, i'm good. the weed is hitting'' I said, with a smile formed on my face. ''he just needs some fuckin' pussyyyyyy.'' drew slurred, smirking. I chuckled, finishing off one shot. ''yo, I think imma' head out.'' I said. ''you needa ride? you drank alot earlier..'' JD said. ''nah, imma' walk. see you boys tomorrow''

the florescent lights lit up the streets of New York. My body stumbled, bumping into several people, some threatened to punch me, but I didn't give a fuck.

I grabbed my phone, clicking y/n's contact.

Y/N | 3:30AM
''You up?''
read, 3:31AM

goddamnit.
I sighed.

''fucking bitch.'' I mumbled.

Y/N | 3:54AM
''why no answer?''

Y/N | 3:59
''baby, text me.''

Y/N | 4:01
''text me, okay?''

nothing. nothing at all.
call after call, text after text.

ding, ding

a grin plastered on my face as I read her name.

''why'd you only call me when you're high, rudy?''

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I have a part two planned, should I publish it?