Consequences ~Justin Foley

Late Night Conversations

"So what? You go England for a year and you don't loose you accent even a bit?"

Harry asks me as we both sit aside each other laying on the grass staring up at the sky as he clutches the bottle of vodka.

But I keep my distance and eyes away from the bottle and distract myself by looking at the sky.
I'm not falling back into old habits.

"What you think is become an absolute wanker did you?" I laugh surprised by the thought of me turning any less aggressive when I was back in home waters.

"I don't know, I kinda didn't know what to think since I didn't get a single call."
He says and I laugh surprised he thought he would even get anything.

"You were expecting a call were you?"
I raise my brows towards him now rolling onto my stomach to face down to him.

"So who's the guy to keep you distracted?"
Oh sophmore year was more than a fucking distraction.

"Hey a phone call works two ways." I try my best to change the topic and he catches on immediately rolling his eyes at me.

"Fallon, mate I've known you for like five years. Who's the guy?" He asks again and I slowly sigh dipping my head back on the grass.

"We broke up. But I came to England to face my troubles here-"
"You came to distract yourself from there." He corrects my words and I huff hating that he's right.

"And I thought you were meant to be my distraction." I pushing his side annoyed that he was too busy talking instead of trying to try it on me.

"We shagged once love. And we were both pissed as anything."
So basically he's saying the kind version of nope.

"Have you even visited your dad?"
New topic! New topic of conversation now!

"Can we just lay in silence please?!"
I grumble looking back up at him and he's amused by my annoyance as he nods with a wide smile.

"Fine."

"Fallon."
I feel a tap on my shoulder and I instantly gasp waking up searching around the room my eyes still half closed.
"What?! Who died!"

Clay stands in front of me as he blocks the view of his room looking down at me.

"Everyone's okay."
He assures me placing his hand on my shoulder but I continue to look around to see Justin sat up and Sheri no longer present.

"You let Justin use your blanket? You never even let me touch it." Clay asked surprised as we both stare at him hugging the blanket closely to him as he shivers.

Change of topic! Way to make the conversation awkward Clay.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked him rubbing my eyes still half asleep as I search for my phone looking for the time.

And Clay sits himself beside me on the empty space of his bed.

"Four hours. Before you look on your phone you have to-"
I didn't let him finish talking because the first thing I did was open up the blog about the trial.

I read through the words on the blog and the second I read what the hell was said in court. I threw my phone down as a reflex.

"Fucking Marcus Cole!" I yelled out and Clay flinched a little not expecting me to throw my phone.
"I know." He sighs looking at me with worry on his face.

"Hannah wanted Bryce, I mean, I mean how the fuck are they meant to believe Jessica, or Hannah's story?"
I raised my voice in complete rage my hands ruffling through my hair as I let my head drop.