the hamptons | t.chalamet

10

my eyes flutter open, expecting the chandelier hanging in my room to be reflecting the morning sun like it does everyday, but instead i'm greeted with blue walls and sunlight directly on my face.

i groan and pull my covers over my face to block out the light.

wait, these are not my sheets.

i peel back the blanket and stare at the black covers in confusion. then i sit up and survey the room that is most definitely not mine.

it's arm to arm. barely larger than my bathroom.

i'm in a twin sized bed that's pushed up against the wall next to a desk and in front of a large window. my school uniform is folded on top of a stack of papers and then i'm reminded of what happened.

the events of yesterday crash through my brain and i nearly topple back into the bed from the rush of information and memories. the image of timmy and i sitting on a counter eating sandwiches at 2 in the morning surfaces and i'm taken aback by how absurd this situation is.

i'm literally waking up in his bed.

shit.

my father probably has the entire security team looking for me. it's a miracle no one busted through the window last night.

groaning, i climb out of the covers and stretch. i don't even know what time it is. the sun is high in the sky, i'm guessing its nearly midday.

my phone died sometime during my little adventure around town yesterday and i'd already been ignoring the calls and texts coming through. but now that my head is somewhat clearer, i should definitely check it to see if my father has put out an amber alert or something.

wouldn't be the first time.

i find a charger sticking out of the wall and grab my phone from my bag to plug it in. it takes a few seconds to turn on but when it does, i'm almost fearful it'll shut down again with the bombardment of notifications.

68 unread texts
45 missed calls

i rub my eyes to get rid of the blur from my admittedly incredible sleep.

my thumb taps on the thread from my father first. there's only three from him. and each send chills down my spine.

dad
caerus, are you not in school?
where are you?
call me back immediately

all three were sent in the span of 10 minutes so i guess he left it up to his security team after i didn't call.

a deep breath escapes me as i tap out of his messages and go into gen's. she's sent me nearly 20 texts, all saying pretty much the same stuff.

gen 🦁
care?!!!!?
where the hell are you??
terrence is on my ass thinking i'm hiding you or something
you missed a spanish quiz btw
didn't even ask if i wanted skip with you!!

unconsciously, i roll my eyes but send a text back anyways because i need some help.

care 🐻
hi sorry my phone died
what did terrence do?

she should be on lunch break right now so i'm not surprised when i get a reply immediately.

gen 🦁
jesus where the hell have you been
he just called me yesterday and asked if you were in class and i said no
i would've covered for you but you didn't give me a heads up and he scares me