Dirty Liar [Chaennie]

My Punishment

"What? What is it?!"

"You have a dozen hickeys on you right now."

"Because of you!" I freak out.

"For all I know, you could have spiked my drink!" Nancy points with fury.

"God I hate you so much! I- I wish you didn't exist at all. All you ever do is ruin everything!" I could barely think as my mouth babbled brutally on it's own.

I expect Nancy to fire back but instead she had looked upset.
"Is that what you really wish for me? If you really hated me you wouldn't have kissed me back."

"What? If you think I like you, then you're crazy out of your mind! You took advantage of me when I was drunk!"
I claw fingers through my hair.

"I was drunk too so you're the cheater here. What kind of person doesn't recognise their own girlfriend." Nancy scoffs.

I know I'm the bitch.
They've been wearing the same outfit, same mask and almost the same hair colour.
Even their voice sounded the same as the music had muffled her voice.

But I still should've known it was Nancy. I thought I knew Jennie. Is this what it's like to be drunk? If so, I am never touching a drink again.
And don't getting me started on this stabbing pain in my head.

"I can't deal with this shit." Nancy gets up and storms out of the room making sure to slam the door behind her.

I was alone. Crying my hardest, Harder than when I was bullied.

My head wouldn't stop hurting but I had fought through it.

There was a sound of vibration, like a phone call.
It came from my purse.

15 missed calls from Jennie.

5 missed calls from Alice

21 missed calls from Mom.

4 missed calls from dad.

Right above it was an incoming call from Jennie.

I answer immediately.

"Rosie! Oh Jesus, where the fuck are you? Are you okay?!" The voice shakely asks from the other line.

I start crying even more, I'm no liar, especially to Jennie.

"Baby? Why are you crying, what's wrong? Please speak to me."

I take a deep breath.

"I d-did something bad..like really bad."

It was silent until  Jennie decides to speak up with a sigh,

"I know. You were drunk Rosie, I've thought about it and I don't want to be that jealous girlfriend who keeps you away from having fun."

I open my mouth forcing my clogged throat to speak up.

"Wait do you mean as in you kissed that girl?" Jennie asked, her tone was serious.

I didn't speak. If her reaction is like that then I wonder what she'd say when I tell her about Nancy.

"I don't give a fuck about that Rosie. I'm sure as hell she kissed you first and I know she has a relationship with that boy-"

"We didn't kiss," I interupt, "I'm still on the yacht, I fell asleep."

"Oh Thank God, I stayed over because I couldn't find you! Meet me at the top," She ends the call before I could speak.

...

There she was, standing by herself waiting for
me to meet her.

A couple of people were scattered around sleeping on the boat too.