❝ 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 32 it's nice to have a friend
phoebe's point of view 13th december 2023
jacob and i stumble back into his house, both a little tipsy, but sober enough to know how we feel about each other.
"i had a good time" i grin against his lips.
"yeah?" he mumbles "me too".
he walks backwards into the house as he lifts up my leg behind my back to take off my heel.
i stumble forward, taking him down with me, my body is shielded from hitting the floor by his, landing directly ontop of him.
after a split second of the initial shock wears off, we both start giggling, too drunk to care about the bruises it'll leave on our bodies the next day.
without warning jacob flips me over onto the floor, him moving on top.
he kisses across my jaw and down my stomach, taking my dress down with him.
he looks up grinning like a devil before placing a kiss on the wet materi-
my eyes snap awake, taking me away from the dream i was experiencing.
the mattress below me feels more solid than mine.
i look around the room, i've never been in it before, but the design of the structure looks familiar.
it's dominic's house, dominic's room.
i look under the covers, checking what i'm wearing.
a shirt for the track team of dominic's high school, blue plaid boxers which i can only assume are his.
i spend the next minute debating what to do, i decide to be a grown up and go downstairs, my head pounding with every step i take.
once i reach the kitchen i see him sitting at the island, on his phone.
"morning sunshine" he chuckles, the hangover clearly not hitting him as hard as it hit me.
i take the barstool next to him and bury my face in my hands before groaning.
he chuckles lightly "don't worry, we didn't do anything last night" he reassures.
my head lifts from my hands, the bright lights of his kitchen blinding me "are you sure?"
he nods "we were gonna, but you took your clothes off and passed out on the couch".
i groan again, burying my face back into my hands in embarrassment.
he chuckles "don't worry about it pheebs, i just took you upstairs and put you in some pyjamas".
"thank you" i mumble into my palm "that was really nice".
"don't think twice about it" he shrugs "so do you wanna tell me what happened last night or should i wait till it's plastered all over instagram".
i laugh lightly "dylan cancelled on me... i saw jacob... we drank a lot..." i start.
"um i invited him home... and then before we even got in the car i told him i was with dylan".
"then dylan came home and uh... you know the rest" i say, embarrassed.
dominic puts a reassuring hand on my arm "pheebs... it's not your fault".
i can't help the tears that well up in my eyes "i just feel like everything's falling apart... nobody likes me anymore, i screwed everything up with jacob" i sob out.
dominic pulls me into a hug "you didn't screw anything up, pheebs, people still love you, jacob still cares about you, i promise".
i shake my head "i treated him like shit... and i got back together with dylan knowing full well im inlove with jacob... and i slept with you!"
dominic chuckles a little at the last part "technically you didn't" he clarifies.
"pheebs, you'll be ok, i promise".
he holds me in a hug for what feels like forever. it's nice to have a friend.
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t's notes
finally i wrote chapter 32!!! writing this i kinda realised it felt unnecessary to have phoebe and dominic hook up but i just wanted to show how close they are. anyways yayayyayayayay im over the writers block
