ONE LAST TIME

Sorry

Tring.... tring...tring.
Uh for the love of god,why the fuck is the alarm ringing at 4o' clock.
I groan and toss about in my sleep silently counting in my head.
No way in hell am I taking my hand out of the cover to turn that shit off.
Tring..tring.
Just snooze already for godsake. I bang my head into the pillow and sigh.
Trin-
"Motherfucking shit!"
I grab the alarm and chuck it across the room. The crack sound echoes making a wave pf happiness roll over. I smile slightly snuggling deeper into the covers.

I have no freaking idea how I slept last night considering the guilt that ate me up.
It is just a friendly date. Say that to my ass. Anything to do with Ryan is not friendly and I have no freaking clue why I agreed. Maybe I need a break and besides there is nothing left in me to feel about him.

I breathe slowly willing myself to sleep whe-
Tring.

What the fucking hell?
I don't remember setting any alarm and just why wouldn't it stop ringing already?
I rack my brain trying to remember me setting a time yes-
Holy sweet idiots of Olympus, this has got to be a sick joke. Groaning I slide my hand underneath the pillow trying to find a flat metal but there is nothing.

I shoot up and fling the cover aside. Of course I didn't set my alarm. That freaking thing which I threw across the room was my phone.

I let out a string of colourful profanities as I switch on the light. Suddenly a sick feeling settle down remembering the crack sound that I had heard before.

God forbid if anything happens to my phone, I will lose my shit. I tiptoe around the room searching desperately for it all the while trying to remember why the set ringtones didn't play.

Suddenly I whack myself cursing even more. I hadn't set Briana's ringtone.
"Great!" I mutter to myself scanning the room trying to remember the direction I threw it.

Tring..
Something lit up between the couch pillows and letting out a whoop, I jump on it fishing my phone out.

However the whoop died as soon as it came. The edge had been chipped off amd there were scratch marks.
I sigh loudly and sink into the couch typing my password in.

Uh oh.
15 missed calls from Briana.

This can't be good. I rub my eyes trying to get rid of the drowsiness as I dial it.
I get ready for her to start lashing out but instead someone clicks the recieve button and a male voice answers .
"Hey Juve, can you open the front door?"
He sounds flustered and worn out while I try to single the voice out from some distant memory.
"Juve?"
His voice comes again more desperate. There is someone with him and my mind immediately comes up with all the dumb lit ideas about kidnappings and murderers.

I can hear the person yawning and saying something like "I spy a chicken."

Wait,what?

I press the phone closer to my ear while walking towards the window. Shifting the curtain only a little bit I peep straining my neck.
Nope.
They must be standing right in front of the door. I sigh realizing he is still on line.

"Yeah?"
I sound like shit,probably like someone on cocaine or something.
Immediately the voice comes back worried and concerned.

Scratch the murderer part out.
"Juve you alright? It is me,Jack."

Jack? Oh Gilinsky.
That is precisely why the voice sounded familiar. Immediately a sense of security passes through me and I fmd myself smiling.

"Yeah what's wrong? Why do you have Briana's phone?"
I try to remember where they had gone last night but then it is 4 am and my brain can't function so early so all I can draw is blank.