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Josephine Devereaux has spent her entire life wishing she liked change & spontaneity. But when she gets accepted into Southern Chicago U's forensics program, change suddenly isn't so scary. Fast forward two years- she's a junior at the...
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The grueling process of waking up after a night out, knowing that you had one day to get your shit together before the start of the new week.
My stomach felt weird. My head didn't hurt though and I didn't find myself cringing at the light shining through the blinds, seemingly not facing any of the light sensitivity I usually find myself dealing with when hungover.
Oh shit. I kissed Beckett.
Fuck.
Suddenly, the hangover was no longer a thing. Don't even remember her. Wouldn't know what a hangover was even if it opened the front door and slapped me straight across the face. Wouldn't remember that I had a hangover even if somebody tried to remind me.
Nope. Instead, all I could feel was panic. A panic-over. Is that a thing? Probably not.
I yank my sheets over me and run to the common area, not bothering to put on pants or slippers. To my luck, I see Blanca drinking coffee on the couch and Cal making something on the stove. Unsure how to approach the situation, I decide to go with the safest, least insane, rational option.
"I'm going to kill myself."
Blanca lifts a brow and puts her coffee on the counter. Cal twists around abruptly, her hand still gripping a rubber pink spatula. I hear Serena's bedroom door open behind me as well.
"No!" Serena squeals, face concerned.
"You're too hot to die, Josie. Don't do the world such a disservice. We have enough tragedy already." Cal advises, no hint of sarcasm tinging her voice.
"Something happened with Beck."
My head snaps towards Blanca as the words leave her mouth. Her expression remains unenthused as she continues to sip on her coffee nonchalantly. As if she didn't just drop a fucking bomb. What the fuck?
"How the hell? What?" I exclaim, my eyes wide with surprise as I address her.
Cal and Serena squeak at the same time, both spitting out some variation of tell us everything.
"Wait. Was I really that obvious when I was around him?" I question.
"Well, no. To be fair, I didn't realize until a while ago. Cal didn't either. Then I noticed he went in your room before we all went out together. But I didn't want to overthink it, because I knew you'd tell us if anything was there. So I just brushed it off. And then one day, I was too nosy so I asked Kofi if there was something there. He just laughed in my face and said I was an 'oblivious idiot'. And then I slapped him. But then before you got home one day, I asked Blanca if she knew anything, which I probably should've done in the first place, considering how intuitive this bitch is. But then she confirmed that there was something there."
Serena seems out of breath after the spiel. I feel out of breath too.
"All I did was tell them that it was clear that they only had eyes for each other and that anytime they were near each other, the tension was like grossly present. I mean, I noticed it the second you literallt fell for him—or on him— the first night we met the guys. I mean, you fuckers made it look like the world's most intimate action when literally you just fell. I don't know. I knew it for a while. Plus, it didn't take long for me to connect the dots. You always complained about some guy in your classes who would piss you off whose name was Beckett. I thought you really didn't like him, but then I saw the way he looked and I realized you were just in denial. But in your defense, he was too."
