𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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It's the harsh morning light coming from the window hitting my face that wakes me up, that and the strong sudden urge to pee. I flee out of bed as fast as my still not fully responding body allows me to and I ignore the dizziness and raging headache as I sprint to the bathroom.
"Are you okay? If you need to throw up I can hold your hair?" Jesse, who I hadn't even noticed was in the room with me, asks worriedly, following me to the bathroom with his eyes half closed.
"I'm fine, I just need to pee." I brush him off and he nods going back to wherever it is he was sleeping.
Leaving the door open, because I know that if I wait one more second I will pee myself, I put underwear down and sit on the toilet to do my business. How much did I have to drink last night? I don't know but I'm lucky I woke up in time or I would have to be washing sheets right now.
Opening the faucet I wash my hands first and then I throw the freezing cold water all over my face. I thought it would help with my headache but it does quite the opposite, waking up so abruptly only makes the pain worse. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, still dressed in last night's clothes, my ponytail a complete mess, I look and feel like a zombie which is not surprising, the shocking thing is that my makeup is gone. Did I take it off it? There's no way, if I could do that I would have also changed into my pajamas.
"Jesse, did you take my makeup off last night?" I ask drying up my face and going back into my room.
I don't think he has ever done that, not because he wouldn't but because he usually is in a worse state than I am.
"No, Miles did." He mutters sitting down on the floor next to my bed, his head resting at the foot of it. So that's where he slept.
"Miles?" I ask confused to the core as I make my way to the bed and throw myself over it like a dead weight.
"Yes, he took care of you, he was such a gentleman." He gives me very little information, as he is barely even conscious. Waking this man up is truly an Odyssey.
"Can you be more specific?" I can't think right now and my memories from yesterday are currently in pieces.
"You don't remember?" Jesse yawns his eyes still closed.
"Bits and pieces, it would be great if you were able to fill me up with the details," I say hitting his head with my foot to try and wake him up.
I know Miles was here yesterday, I remember that blonde guy coming at me because I told him to leave after he offered me cocaine and Miles confronting him. I also remember the way his skin fell against mine and that at some point I must have hugged him because I swear I can somehow still smell his scent on me but that's pretty much all my brain retained. Also, when did I start calling him Miles?
"Du Pont was an asshole and Miles confronted him, then he told me to tell everyone that the party was over and he took you to your room, I don't know what happened there except that he took your makeup off and that he looked pretty worried about you, he said he would come back this morning to check up on you," Jesse says all this while still on the floor with his head over my mattress. When I said waking him up is tough work, I meant it.
