❝ you look so pretty, pretty like the wind, every time you touch me i feel adrenaline ❞
ADRENALINE junkie and british pop star, phoebe raynott spends a drunken night with aussie heartthrob, jacob elordi, in an attempt to get over her ex, only to op...
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ADRENALINE — CHAPTER 31 karaoke with a side of bad decisions
don't read if you're easily triggered by domestic violence !!
12th december 2023 phoebe's point of view
time seems to be slowing down as i look at the closed door to my house.
dylan said he'd be back by 10, it's 11:56.
every part of me wishes i went home with jacob tonight, but i think i messed everything up.
fuck this, i am not gonna be the girl who sits up at home waiting for her boyfriend who probably hasn't even given her a second thought all night.
i go into the room that i've always left my emotions in, my music room.
i grab my guitar, playing the tune jack had sent me a few weeks ago for a few minutes before thinking of some lyrics.
"you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk"
"and i've got a boyfriend he's older than us, he's away doing i don't know what"
"you should take it as a compliment that im talking to everyone here but you"
"you're so gorgeous, i can't say anything to your face, cause look at your face"
i string together some random lyrics when the door opens "babe?" i hear dylan's voice from the entry.
leaving the room i go towards him, he leaves a peck on my lips "hey im so sorry, i really just had to-" he makes excuses until i interrupt him.
"we're done" i say gently, emotionally i've been checked out of this relationship since it began.
he laughs like im joking "pheebs come on" he chuckles, he's not taking me seriously, i can tell he's drunk, i don't know where he was tonight but i know it was definitely not something he 'had to do'.
"it's been a long night why don't you come and pick up your stuff in the morning" i say, wanting him out of my house, i'm honestly not sober enough myself to deal with this.
"phoebe you're drunk you're not thinking relationally" he talks to me like i'm five.
