Tell Me You Hate Me || •Theodore Nott•

Drunk Escapades

Theo's POV

Four days. One hundred hours. Thirty minutes.

That's how long it's been since I've been stuck in my flat with Callista.

I've been counting down days like I knew how long we'd both actually be stuck here. Counting down a mass guesstimate of merely sixty days.

It shouldn't take them longer than a month but honestly, I couldn't count on those two idiots for shit so I'll give them two.

Ive chatted with them a few times about the situation but most I've gotten is, "great excuse to fuck her and lie about it again," "aw you lovebirds are moving so fast," "there is a picture of you two half naked and wet? The fuck weren't you sliding into her for?"

So they've deserved the privilege of being ignored and figuring things out on their own.

While I've been home though, I've taken the time or the time that I could to investigate a bit more into all of this.

Thinking back to every one of these moments that were photographed including the ones of just myself. With her bickering and obnoxious attitude, I haven't been able to accomplish much.

All she has done these last four days is complain about being here and how much she hates being stuck here with me.

Over and over again.

We've had countless arguments and I've had zero silence.

I can't even read a damn book in peace without her blaring music or trying to sneak out the front door.

It's been a constant fight getting her to stay inside. I feel like I've been stuck with a needy puppy dog and there's no way to escape it.

Why couldn't she make this any easier and just relax and settle in? I've been trying but I've now given up all hope of that happening.

I've started a game with myself to try and pass time by too. Each time she complains, I take a shot.

Needless to say, I haven't been sober since I've started the game.

When I first initiated it with myself, they were back to back shots and now I'm starting to think I just need a giant glass on standby to use instead.

Walking up the steps leading into my kitchen, Callista stood in front of the fridge with it wide open looking around inside of it. Mumbling words under her breath as she skims the entirety of what was left inside of it.

I need to go grocery shopping but I have no way to sneak out hog here to do so with her on my ass. Being here all this time bored, she's been snacking most of the day then complaining about how I have no good food left.

That's on her.

Reaching into the pantry for a new bottle of Jack, I bring it down and place it on the counter in front of me before closing the pantry and cracking the bottle open.

Bringing the bottle up to my lips, I take a big swig of the harsh brown liquor feeling the burn coat my throat and make it's way down to my chest. Enjoying every little bit of it and taking another few swigs after.

"Are you just going to drink the whole time we're stuck here? You've been drunk the last two days." Callista spoke up peeking her head out from the fridge door.

Taking a deep sigh and looking at the bottle in my hand, I bring it back up to my lips and chug down a bit more as if her nagging voice would disappear because of it. I've been trying my hardest to ignore her and not blow up on her but each day she makes it twenty times harder for me.