𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐍. 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧 [ 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳]

𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝟹

Autumn Benet's POV

The Next Morning...

"Bro, Autumn, don't forget my strawberries," Jordan says, side-eying me from the kitchen island. "I don't play about my strawberries."

"Jordan, let me remind you that I am Autumn, not Kim," I said, pointing the can of whipped cream at him with each word. "Don't boss me around or I'm putting rat poisoning in your waffles!"

Everyone was grumpy and hungover from last night. Sure, we had a time up until Nic threw up on my shoes, that was a wake-up call for everyone to hang everything up, and take the party inside. Of course, taking the party inside, ended with some couples like Stefon and Ivy, and summer flings like Brandon and Valentina breaking off from the group for the rest of the night. After, that nobody recalls anything. All everyone knows is that we all woke up either on the floor wrapped in a blanket, or curled up on the couch unless you were Jordan, who fell asleep on the dining room table.

Now, everyone—who was awake, that is—was in the kitchen demanding some kind of food or drink that would help us get over the slamming headaches that came with our actions from last night, and best believe that each of us was paying for the consequences of our actions.

"Please pass me a Gatorade..." Kyle groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"How are you feeling cous?" Wynslow asks, walking into the kitchen, followed up by Valentina and Brandon.

Kyle shrugged. "Like shit. That's how I'm going to feel for a while, I guess..."

"Damn, I'm sorry, Kyle," Jordan says.

"De todos modos, no sé qué viste en esa pequeña perra. La abuela te ha dicho que no es buena para ti. Es tóxica. Te enteraste, pero, lamentablemente, tuviste que descubrirlo por las malas sobre esa perra." Valentina says, handing Kyle his Gatorade.

Wynslow glared at her cousin, "¿No puedes, Valentina? Esto ya es bastante difícil para él tal como está."

"What I tell y'all about speaking Spanish?" Ivy scolded. "We speak ENGLISH here."

Valentina grinned. "Ivy, we live in Miami," she says. "Damn near everyone speaks Spanish or some other language."

"Wait, what did I miss?" Penelope asks, looking over at Kyle.

"You must've snuck off with Josh when all this happened..." Jaren says.

"Shit was insane," Ja says with a shake of his head.

Insane was right.

Last night, while we were all trying to find it within ourselves to go to sleep, Kyle's phone had been going off like a gunshot, so much so that it was irritating all of us—Ivy even threatened to throw his phone in Miami traffic if he didn't answer it. When Kyle finally answered his phone, he was quickly met with Winnie yelling at him about a post he had on his Instagram story of him, Valentina, and Wynslow. Now, everyone with red blood and common sense knew that Winnie had deep issues with Valentina and Wynslow, and best believed that both Valentina and Wynslow reciprocated that deep hatred for Winnie.

Nobody really knew how the issue with Winnie started except Winne, Wynslow, Valentina, and Kyle, and they never spoke about it. All we know is that two years ago, Winnie finally did something that made Wynslow completely get out of character during Penelope's birthday party and it ended up with Winnie being thrown into a table and with Wynslow being detained by the security that was hired, and one thing about it was that Valentina was gonna stand ten toes down behind her cousin, and that's what she did.

After that, Winnie tried to keep Kyle away from that side of his family, all because she was the one to get disrespectful by trying to have a fake heart-to-heart with Wynslow, and when Wynslow explained why she wasn't interested in having a "bond" with her, Winnie called her a bitch and some other things I won't mention which is how she ended up colliding with a wooden table.