{later on that night}
" is she answering any of your Instagram calls or anything" finneas asked.
"No bro, its like her Instagram deactivated or something, and I don't have her phone number so I can't just call her. I'm so STUPID. SO FUCKING STUPID" I scream.
"Bil your not stupid, I'm sure she left probably left for a good reason.. right?" Finneas looked at me
It was silence
"What did you do?" Finneas asked.
It was silence
" billie, what did you do to make her leave and deactivate her Instagram all in one night?" Finneas asked.
" i- nothing bro, ill be back i gotta go find her" I sighed.
-billie runs to the hotel she sent the gifts too-
" hi, I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N, I sent her some birthday gifts earlier"
" oh um, I think she came back in 30 minutes ago, and I think she left. I'll have to check, give me a minute"
"Whats the name again"
" her name is Y/N Y/L/N" I say
" yeah, her and olive Jackson left, four hours ago"
" four... that can't be true I just saw her like 50 minutes ago?
I slam my hands on the desk
" FUCK" .
-Y/N pov-
" olive where are you?"
" what do you mean your in Santa Monica?"
" didn't I tell you not to leave bro, your four hours away from the air port"
" what do you mean leave with out you, I'm not leaving you here"
"no the hotel isn't still open, I checked out. YOU KNEW WE HAD TO LEAVE BY 3 THAT MORNING. YOU KNEW"
" stay your ass here, ill just give your clothes to your dad and say you ran off with a nigga that doesn't give two fucks about you"
* you hangs up*
Why does this always happen.
I get lead on, I get played, I got used like a fucking toy, just to be turn down be cause she has a fucking boyfriend.
My so called friend left me for a nigga that has face tats and only worth two cheese burgers and a can coke.
Today is not my day. Especially when its on my birthday. But you know what. Its okay, im gonna go home and I won't remember anything about this.
Oh my ubers here.
" uh.. y/n?"
Yeah that's me
-y/n gets in the car-
"soo, how was your night"
The man tried to make small talk
" horrible, it was horrible. I can't wait to get home" I sighed.
" you can talk about it if you want to, its never good to hold in emotions" the man said.
"Nawl, im good, its something personal. I'm good though, thanks" I said uncomfortable.
He huffs.
" see, this is why females like you get hurt, men try to help you out and give you hoes chances and you birches have attitudes, like no one actually fucking cares about you hoes" he slurs his words.
" sir just because I didn't wanna say whats wrong doesn't make me stuck up and I never wanted a chance with men like you or men in general anyways."
" shut up bitch your opinion doesn't matter" the man shout
" fuck you!, let me out this fucking car before I pepper spray you"
" or what bitch, you probably don't know how to use it" the man laughed
- y/n kicks the taxi man-
"Oh you fucking bitch"
- the taxi man takes a sharp turn towards the woods and goes far into the woods. Once there deep enough y/n balling her eyes out thinking its the end for you-
" get your ass out bitch"
-The taxi man kicks y/n out the car and spits on her-
"Rot in the woods you mut" the taxi man screamed as he drives off.
"Where the fuck am i"
*y/n proceeds to call olive*
" what the fuck do you want. You don't get to call me up after what you said a couple of hours ago. You had no right saying what you said. "
" bro listen, its not the time, im stranded in the woods I need your help"
"Not the time? Fuck you. Don't call me back, I hope I see you on the nose dead y/n. fuck u" olive shouted.
Fuck
I don't wanna call billie
I don't wanna call billie
No. fuckkkkk FUCKKK SHIT
*y/n unblocks billie on Instagram*
Billies pov
*incoming call from y/nusername*
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my love |b.e
أدب الهواة*COMPLETED BOOK!* its a y/n story y/n goes to her first ever Coachella with her best friend olive, Billie and y/n meets and instantly kick it off, but why didn't Billie tell y/n that she had a boyfriend? and why is olive being such a bitch now?
