FIONN
My phone rings beside me and I almost shut it off until my blurry vision adjusts and I read Lola's name on my screen. I look at the time and it's 1 in the morning. Confusion overwhelms me and I answer it, sitting upright.
"Hello?" I answer. The line is quiet, but I can hear her deep breaths on the other end. "Lola."
"Hey, Fionn. It's nice to hear your voice. . . " She seems odd, by odd I mean she's too shy to even say something like that.
"Is everything okay?" I'm starting to get concerned. I hear loud banging in the background and she sighs in frustration.
"Wait, damn it!" She curses and it surprises me. I know then that something's up. I run my free hand through my hair. "Sorry, I . . . I guess I should just tell you, but I drank a few and I'm kind of. . . freaking out?"
Lola's voice sounds uncertain and she claims she's freaking out, but she sounds calm, too calm despite of it.
"Where are you?" I ask her. I don't wait any longer and pick up a pair of black jeans lying on the floor and struggle to put it on as I keep the phone to my ear.
"Are you planning to come get me? Please don't. It's late and I don't want you driving in the dark, especially because you drive fast," She rambles and I grab my keys.
"Stay on the phone," I tell her, trying to sound as calm as possible. She responds with a silent okay. The elevator seems to be moving slower than usual and once the doors open, I bolt out to the garage and rush to my car.
"Still there?" I check and she only hums. "Okay, tell me where you are, send me your location or something."
"Fionn, there's really no. . . Okay. Please come. I don't think I can make out the address I'll just um," she pauses and I can tell she's struggling to collect her words. I know what that's like. "I'll text you it, okay? I'm going to go outside. . . It. . It's hot in this bathroom."
"Stay on the—" The line goes silent and I shake my head. Why is Lola at a house party on a fucking Monday? Tuesday now, but she hates parties, she told me before.
As soon as Lola sends me her location, I turn on the directions and next think I know, I'm speeding down the almost empty street of town.
"Damn it, Lola," I mutter to myself.
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Anyone wondering why it's short, again, Fionn's POV will be limited. Anyway, here's his first POV in the book!
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