In Fair Verona

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Literally if anyone made it this far, good on ya. It's 50 chapters of this literal shit show. I also have no life considering this is chapter 50 and I started Auguste 19 and as of rn it's November 2. Anyway uh thanks for reading bye

Also this shit is wild idek what's happening with this book but frick I miss Isaac.

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When I wake up the bright light immediately gives me a headache. I sit up almost immediately once I realize I don't know where I am. This only worsens my headache.

I look around at the white room and who's bed I'm in.

"Oh fuck," I mumble to myself. "Shit, shit, shit."

Beside me is Nathen. He's laying on his stomach with his back exposed. He's got even more tattoos on his back.

I grab my boxers off the floor and throw on my jeans and my hoodie.

I take a minute trying to find my phone before realizing it's in my hoodie. I give up with trying to find my earbuds and head downstairs.

People are sleeping on the couch and things.

I immediately call Arianna.

"Hello?" Her voice is raspy.

"Where are you?"

"I don't know," she mumbles. I obviously just woke her up. "Oh, I'm at Jakes."

"What? Why am I still here?"

"You're still at the mansion place?"

"Yes cause you clearly left me!"

I slip out the glass door and into the huge backyard.

"Well I was drunk. I don't remember anything. I think Jake brought me back here."

"Well why wouldn't he find me?"

"I don't know. Jake, wake up," she says to Jake.

I can hear him groan.

"We left Casey behind."

"Oh yeah he was making out with that boy."

"The nameless boy?"

"I don't know Ari," he groans. Never been a morning person.

Arianna speaks into the phone again.

"Did you..."

"Sleep with someone. Yes because I was drunk and I don't know. Fuck what do I do, I can't believe I did that."

"Jake why would you leave him!"

"Trust me when I say he was busy."

"Oh god. I'm just going to call an uber," I say.

"I can pick you up," Jake says.

I pat down my sweater to try and find my wallet. At first I panic but then realize my debt cards in my phone case.

"No," I say. "I'll find my own way home."

I hang up before he replies.

Can't believe they just freaking left me. Even if I seemed fine with it then, what makes them think it's okay? I was drunk!

I pace around for a minute before calling an Uber.

Then I call Auguste.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey."

"You sound rough."

"I feel rough. My head kills."