CW// Violence, Sexual themes, Profanity, Drugs, Mentions of various mental illnesses, and Injury.
This story is not for sensitive readers.
"You make me feel things and i hate it."
"Why is that a bad thing?"
"It means for the first time i...
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Bella's POV
As we arrive at the chateau the boys are all laying on the ground, Kie is nowhere to be found and music is blaring. I look over to Sarah with a concerned expression and we get out of the car.
"What the actual hell are they doing?" she asks
"Shit beats me. Nothing they ever do makes sense." I reply walking up the drive
As we reach the grass Pope, John B, and JJ are all laying on their backs, facing the tree, with all three of their heads touching each-other.
Sarah and I exchange another puzzled look. We walk over and hover over where the boys are laying. I keep looking at them and looking at Sarah and look at them and looking at Sarah.
"Are you fuckers dead?" I ask
No response.
I kick JJ with my left foot and before I can even think he grabs me by my ankle and I'm on my ass in the dirt.
"JJ you fucking prick! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I say while getting up.
Pope and John B burst out laughing while JJ stumbles up off the ground. I brush all the dirt off of me and make my way towards the house. Just as I reach the steps I feel JJ grab me by my wrist.
" Can I help you?" I ask while rolling my eyes
"Well shit someones moody. Pull that stick out of your ass princess. Fuck I should've said booty not ass it would've rhymed. Damnit JJ." He says while tripping up the steps
"Hell man how drunk are you?" I reply
"Isabella a wise man once told me there is no such thing as being "too drunk" so think again" He laughs
"Well for starters my name is not Isabella, so I guess that answers my question. Secondly, I'm not moody, I'm just not in the mood for your antics at the moment." I say while walking inside
The stench of natty light coming off of him is enough to make me half drunk. I really don't understand how the kid has the tolerance he does. Then again I'm pretty sure he's been drinking everyday since we turned 13 so theres always that.
I plop down on the raggedy couch I've always claimed as my home here and pull out my phone. I prop my feet up and rip my juul as I open up Instagram. Im mindlessly scrolling my timeline when I get an unexpected notification
@realrafecameron has requested to follow you.
Did I not block this motherfucker? Oh well, whats the worst thing that could happen?
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Well this has to single handily be the douchest thing I've ever seen.
After a brief session of cyber stalking, my phone rather unfortunately died. I plug it in and lay back down and stare at the ceiling. I hear the mix of music and drunken laughter from my friends outside. I know I should be out there right now but I'm exhausted and someone has to be sober enough to get us to the bonfire tonight. I think I just heard JJ throw Pope into the water but I could be wrong. My eyes begin to flutter shut as Kid Cudi fills the atmosphere.
