Ever since a simple middle school drama was stirred up between Luna Carter and Tate Collins, they've been sworn enemies. The two girls express their animosity towards one another at any given chance. They've only ever had one thing in common which w...
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LUNA CARTER
I woke up feeling absolutely shitty.
My feet are aching, my body feels stiff and my head is pounding.
Despite all of the current aches and pains I'm currently feeling, I'm in an oddly comfortable position.
I shifted and began turning to get out of bed when I felt something heavy drape over my waist only to realize that Tate's arm had been draped over my waist. It wasn't until that moment that I remembered drunkenly falling asleep in Tate's arms. What would possess me to do that? Oh, right. Alcohol.
After wiggling out of Tate's arms, I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands contemplating the previous night. I have a few faint memories, but nothing is complete in my mind at the moment.
"Rough night, sunshine?" I heard Tate's raspy morning voice coming from behind me, causing me to turn my attention towards her.
"Shut up, Tate." I rolled my eyes, walking away from her to grab some things from my bag to get ready for the day.
"Hey, I'm the one who took care of you last night. You were pretty freakin' wasted." she scoffed.
"I know, Tate. Let's not forget the reason I was even there in the first place." I rolled my eyes.
"Listen, I don't wanna argue right now-"
"What a surprise." I cut her off, which she chose to ignore.
"I just want you to know, that although I can't stand you...your secret is safe with me. I pinky promise...or whatever." she said, causing me to be greatly confused.
"Huh? What secret?" I asked, scared of whatever it was I had drunkenly confessed to her. I mean, I would be the dumbass to confess a deep, dark secret of mine to the person who hates me the most.
"That- uh- You and I don't differ in our...preferences." Tate awkwardly said, making me even more confused.
"I have no clue what that even means. You know, you can just say whatever it is that I told you."
"You told me that you're a lesbian, sunshine." she awkwardly half smiled at me. One thing I've noticed about Tate is that she gets really weird when it comes to personal topics.
"Shit. I did tell you that, didn't I." I mentally cursed myself for being such a drunk idiot.
"Yeah, and it seemed to be a really tough topic for you so I don't want you to think I'd spill the beans or anything. I mean, it's not my business to tell and your were drunk so I-" I stopped her before she could ramble any longer.
"It's okay, Tate. Thank you." was the last thing I said before going into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
After doing my morning skincare, brushing my teeth and doing my makeup, I came out of the bathroom to see that Tate was still asleep. Luckily, I don't have to drag her out of bed today, as Mrs.Green doesn't have much of anything for us to do until we meet for dinner tonight.
I reached under my pillow, being careful to not wake Tate up and looked at all of my notifications from the previous night.
Missed FaceTime call fromBlakey 🤍🎸
32 missed calls fromBlakey🤍🎸
28 new messages fromBlakey 🤍🎸
Blakey 🤍🎸 What happened with you tonight?? You better call me in the morning!!
Mom 💓 Blake says he's worried about you. Is everything okay?? Call me.
Mom 💓 Blake says that you're okay. Stay safe, hun. Call me later.
@lovelyanna and 25 others mentioned you in a video
Anna Tonight was so fun girly. Sry that grumpy Tate dragged you out!!
I quickly called my Mom who was working, but I know Blake worried her last night and I had to let her know that I'm okay. Of course I excluded the part where I got very drunk. She doesn't need to know everything. I at least wanted her to hear from me that she was okay.
After talking with my mom, I opened instagram to see a video of me downing seven shots of vodka and getting ready to dance on a table. Shirtless.
I shook my head and cringed at the video in front of me with loads of embarrassment. For once, I'm grateful for Tate. Thank God she stopped me before an even worse video of me was able to be recorded and posted.
On the phone, she explained to me that Blake called her and told her that I was safe and he had spoken to Tate. Blake calling my mom is nothing unusual, but how did he get in touch with Tate?
I immediately found Blake in my contacts and FaceTimed him straight away.
"Hey Lunes." only the top part of his head was visable on the screen, revealing his messy brown hair and light blue eyes.
"Blakey, how the hell did you get in touch with state last night?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." he quickly dismissed my question and continued to snack on what I'm assuming are Flaming Hot Cheetos.
"Yes, you do. Mom told me that you told her you spoke to Tate to find out I was okay." I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. I got Tate's number and I texted her. I needed to make sure no crazy Canadians kidnapped you."
"The Canadians have been very nice, Blake." I laughed.
"And how did you get Tate's number? I didn't give it to you."
"Most kidnappers act nice at first, Lunes. Have you learned nothing from our true crime marathons? And don't worry about where I got her number." he said.
"Blake-"
"Wait, you have her number? Why?" he questioned me about my previous statement, making me roll my eyes yet again.
"We're roommates, Blake. We have each others number just incase we get separated or something." I answered his nosey question, simply.
"You know...I'm concerned that my enemy told you I was alright and you just believed her." I joked.
"Well, she cares about you."
"What? Tate Collins? Yeah, okay." I chuckled at his ridiculous idea. Tate has never cared about me and probably never will.
"She does, trust me." I saw him shrug as he had now set up his phone and I could see his entire face as well as his shoulders.
"Why would you think something stupid like that, Blake."
"Well...she kinda said it herself."
"Wait, what?" I was immediately confused and had a bunch of questions about what the hell he was talking about.
"Um, I gotta go. Talk to you later, Lunes!" he hung up, leaving me completely confused.
Could Tate really care about me? I doubt it.
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A/N- Sorry for the shorter chapter, guys! I hope you enjoyed regardless. I thought it would be nice to add some more of Luna's best friend, Blake!
Do we like Blake??
Chapter 6 is already being written. Thanks for your patience.
