Blood (Sequel to Scars) [JeromeASF]

Chapter 4 - Macaron Memories

"Dude, where the fuck are we going?" I whispered to Natalie, as we just sat in the backseat while Fake and Faker were just kinda driving.

"I have no idea, but I feel like we should leave." she said. "Hey, excuse me? I think me and Charlotte should be going out, thank you."

"Oh, no, no," Henriette said. "You are coming to stay with us for sure, so you can have time to decide a place."

"I'm sorry, we really need to go." Natalie said worriedly and grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car. My shirt got stuck on a hook. I tried to pull at it, but obviously Henriette and Aurélie had other plans. Aurélie stepped on the gas and I almost skidded my face on the pavement. Natalie ran after me, but she then stopped. I ripped my shirt, and tried to do that jump and roll out of the car thing, but I guess not. I fell out and it felt like I had broken something. Natalie came rushing towards me with her phone out.

"Siri," I said. "Where is Paris from here?"

"Showing routes to Paris from Avenue Marceau." I saw the directions we needed to go and handed the phone back to Natalie. I looked down at my other wrist, and realized I broke my wrist. I sighed. The pain had kinda subdued, so I was fine for now.

"I'm sorry I took you into that Porche." I said.

"It's alright, really. I don't care." Natalie said as she looked down at her phone. There was a pause. "Did you really have sex with Jordan?"

"Yeah, I did." I said. "I regret it, I regret it all so so much. I love Jerome, and I didn't want to hurt him. But I did. I'm the worst girlfriend in the history of girlfriends. Jerome and I have no romantic moments in our relationship."

"It's alright, Charlotte." She says, holding onto my arm. "I know he loves you all too much to let you leave just like this."

"Thanks, Natalie, for not treating me like shit when I really am." I smiled.

"You're welcome. How about some coffee after we set your bone here?" She laughed.

"Sure." I found myself smiling again. We had a brief walk and asked a translator where the nearest hospital was, and Natalie and I took a cab to get to the tall building. We walked into the Emergency Unit and walked in. The nurse started speaking very fluently in French, and I couldn't even understand. To our luck, a very attractive man (or so Natalie called him 'Hottie McHotterson') named Luca came to the rescue.

"Excuse me," he said with a smooth, deep voice. "I think you might need a little help, yes?" He had a bit of charm I might say, but he was not my type. Natalie immediately swooned into his arms.

"Yeah, what is she saying?" She asked. I rolled my eyes and then winked.

"She is saying, 'Are you hurt? Let me see your wrist! Come here and let me take you to the X-Ray room!'" He said. I think Natalie was soon to die.

*

"Jesus, Natalie, you were all over Luca!" I said, as I used my casted arm to push open the doors of a petite café, just north of the Eiffel Tower.

"I got his number though! Let's be real, at least we now know someone that is not a crazy psychopath, I hope." She said. My eyes widened at the pastries being displayed all around the little café. I realized, we don't have any money, like at all.

"Hey Natalie?" I said, and it snapped her out of her macaron daze.

"Yeah?" She looked at me.

"We are broke as fuck unless we find an money converter." I said. "And homeless too."

"Oh shit," she cursed. "Let's go find a converter, shall we?" We walked out of the café and we searched around town.

This, in fact, was the start of something new.

A/N: HAHAHAHAH I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG IM SORRY

also, would you guys mind if i just kinda added a few more characters because like Ariel and Danielle and Maya aren't going to visit for a while so :(((((