Masquerade ✔️

one: noelle

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred-dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that motherf.ucker down the drain like me?

My head is throbbing when I wake up.

The room is dark, silent, and two ibuprofens and a glass of water sit on the nightstand.

I swallow them quickly and finish the water in one gulp, knocking the pills back in one go.

Suddenly I realize the shower is running in my ensuite, a light on in the bathroom.

"Hello?" I rub my eyes and pick up a black shirt from the ground, pulling it over my head.

"Noelle?" A man's voice comes from the bathroom and the water stops running, steam pouring from under the door.

A man exits the ensuite, one of my towels slung around his hips. I flinch and shake my head, finding a pair of pyjama pants and putting them on.

"Can you leave, please?" I ask, not looking at him.

"What?" He pushes a chunk of dripping black hair from his face and squints at me, confusion in his dark brown eyes.

"Bye-bye." I wave my fingers at him, avoiding switching on my light.

"What?" The man drops the towel and pulls on a pair of jeans, buttoning a shirt up.

"Get out." I ignore his eye roll.

"Fine." He storms out with obvious frustration, slamming the door behind him.

"F.uck you, dude." I sigh.

I shower quickly and change into a grey sweater, distressed jeans and tall brown boots, walking into the kitchen.

I pour some orange juice into a glass and pick up my phone from the table, sending a quick text.

To Drew:
hey

Not a second later, he replies.

From Drew:
hey hoe

To Drew:
normally i'd protest but i just kicked a guy out so

From Drew:
classy af 😏

To Drew:
you know it 😘

From Drew:
it's like two in the afternoon why is that guy still in ur apt

To Drew:
🍻

From Drew:
srsly ur such a hoe

To Drew:
can u come over? I need company

From Drew:
fml

To Drew:
great bring food

From Drew:
what kind? 🙄

To Drew:
🍕🍕🍕

From Drew:
there in ten