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hey
hi?
i'm really sorry about the whole ttr thing.....
oh, it's ok
not like that's never happened to me before
it just wasn't so...... famous???
sorry for breaking you and Amelie up
it's ok.... that was honestly just the last straw
it was inevitable
that doesn't make it any better though
i guess you're right
i've just had more time to prepare for the fallout
yeah
how the hell do you manage this shit???
avoidance and alcohol
highly used amongst influencers
which you are QUICKLY becoming
oh shut up
you're funny....
but that's bs
max...
you're probably THE MOST talked about person right now
sure, i have some new followers or whatever
but that doesn't make me popular
does it not??
you really don't want to start this, Blake
yes i do
if it'll keep you talking to me...
oh.
huh?
i didn't expect that
didn't you and amelie like, just, break up???
i mean, yeah but nobody has to know
um...
*current location*
i'll be there in fifteen minutes, gray
see you then, clare seen 7:50 pm
∞
The next morning I emerge from Blake's room with a confidence that I didn't possess the last time I woke up at Sway. This time, I know who's room I'm in and actually know who I fucked. And, I also know that it wasn't Blake last time. Cause this was..... slower. Not bad, exactly. just different. Less red leds and flashing lights and eyes-rolled-back-into-head-sobbing-begging-moans and more slow strokes and youre-so-gorgeous followed by an accidental moan of "Amelie."
So, maybe it actually wasn't that fantastic.
"Max???" Jordan looks at me with an expression that's a mix of confusion and disappointment, as I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I ignore him, instead throwing toast into the toaster and then sitting down at the table across from him. Immediately, I am given a look that says "what the fuck were you thinking???" and I shrug, just as my toast pops out.
But right before I get up to grab it someone else walks into the room and takes it from the toaster, smiling as he bites into it. he's annoyingly handsome and surprisingly familiar, like I know him but just can't place it.
He catches me staring, and I watch his eyes lazily flit over my body. "Oh, so this is the slut?" He says, in between bites of my toast. My non-buttered toast, at that. I suppress the urge to cringe.
I glare at him, my hands balling into fists under the table. "jesus christ, Vinnie." jordan groans, and holy shit. I know who this is.
It's Vinnie. Hot skatepark dude, the first of many one night hookups, who's hoodie is still hanging in my closet next to the dress I wore to prom. God damn, it's him.
When Blake finally walks down the stairs, looking just as generically handsome as ever, I'm sitting in my chair completely shell shocked. "Good morning." I smile, before glaring at Vinnie pointedly. "Your friend is a real dick."
Blake laughs playfully, and goes over to Vinnie. "What'd you do, dickhead??" he teases lightly, punching him. Vinnie punches him back, and I smile in spite of myself. Vinnie's just.... god.
But then I look at Blake, and any thought of Vinnie flies out the window. We make eye contact for a second, and his inability to meet my eyes tells me all I need to know."You should get out of here, Max." he practically whispers, staring intently at one of Vinnie's grey slippers. And my heart shatters just a tiny bit.
God, I fucking hate hookups. And I'm such a fucking idiot. For a second, I actually thought that it was different this time, but nope. Of course not.
