As the plane rolled off the runway, I thought and thought and thought. About everything, what I had told Natalie, France, New Jersey, my mom, sister, and my father who was in the Philippines with his new wife who did anything for him. Practically everything that happened was my fault. It was my fault that my dad had left. When my mom met Steven. When Taryn got her heart broken by the guy she truly loved. When Jerome begged me to come home. Us getting arrested. Me breaking limbs and endangering everyone. It was my fault when Ariel had gotten into a coma, when Jerome was still alive but broken a lot, when Danielle crashed the car, everything. It was my fault. Nothing hurt more than knowing everything that happened in your life was a result of you.
I felt like dying. I felt like hijacking the pilot's seat and flying the plane to the evil society below. But I couldn't. I wanted to end my life, not just other innocent civilians. I had no idea why. I just did.
*
"Danielle! Mitch! Rob! Preston! Ashley! Hey!" I let them all in. Jerome invited all of our friends to a huge New Years Party. I was so excited to see them again after they all left like three months ago. More of the crowd flooded in the door.
Soon enough, everybody was here, grabbing drinks, eating pizza, and taking seats on the couch. I plopped next to Jerome, who gave me a slobbery kiss on the cheek. I shivered. Things between Jerome and I weren't really the same, but as long as I had him and my friends, it was okay.
Lachlan sat next to my left, after him was Vikk, Mitch, and Danielle. Next to Jerome was Noah, Palmer, Olivia, Preston, Ariel, Jordan (which Jerome never forgave, I don't know why he's here), Nick (same with him), and Maya. Rob and Ashley were on the floor. Taryn was also here with her new boyfriend, Quincy. Hope he doesn't break her heart. Mat was also down from Canada too, with Natalie. Ryan and his girlfriend Kaila were here too.
It was already 10:40 when everybody settled in with the pizza and alcohol, just talking to each other. It was nice to have everyone over for the ball drop.
"Hey, we should play 7 Minutes in Heaven!" Vikk said.
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*JEROME'S POV*
"So how are you and Lottie? I heard you were going to propose." Lachlan asked when Lottie left the room. Everyone knew except for her, which was so weird because she hated when people kept secrets from her. Especially big ones.
"Yeah, tonight." I said, sipping some water. I'm totally shitting myself because I'm so nervous. I mean, do I just get down on one knee in the middle of the floor? What the fuck do I do?
"Alright!" Lottie skipped back in the room. "Nick, can you hand me that bottle?"
She placed it in the middle of the circle, spinning it and quickly moving next to me.
First, it landed on Mat, then Ashley. The bottom of the closet was clean and then the timer began. Soon enough, there was banging on the wall. Both Maya and Ariel looked pissed. Who could blame Mat and Ashley? I mean, they were the two drunkest people here, and if I was one of them, I'd go at the other one like an animal.
"Okay, 7 minutes!" Jordan said, opening the closet door.
Ashley, who looked so dazed, had half of her shirt off and her back was on the ground. Mat, on the other hand, was in between her legs, moving to her neck.
"Well, shit." I said, staring wide-eyed at the both of them. "Maybe you should go upstairs together?"
"Oh, yeah." Mat said, giggling. He took Ashley's hand and they ran up the steps. Ariel looked at her nails and picked at them, her eyebrows furrowed. Maya stared at the ground.
"Well that was unexpected."
"Spin it again, Lottie." I said. She moved to spin it. The first, Rob and Olivia.
And they went in the closet. No banging or anything, so I just guessed they were just talking. I don't think Rob would just ruin Palmer's relationship like that.
Mitch and I. Ariel and Lachlan, which was an odd combination, because when their seven minutes was up, they too went upstairs too. I would have never seen them together in a million years.
Then it was Vikk and Danielle, who talked just like Rob and Olivia did. Vikk was too close to Mitch.
And somehow, Taryn and Quincy went in together. They came out and pulled each other to find an empty room for them. Lottie looked scared for Taryn, because she knew she had never had sex before.
"Use protection, please!" They nodded and left the room.
But then, the worst happened. Lottie and Jordan got set up in the closet together. I was so pissed off, but I'm sure everyone was too drunk to even care who went in with who. I let her go in only because she said they wouldn't do anything together.
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*LOTTIE'S POV*
It was Jordan and I. I was scared out of mind that I would be too drunk to stop myself.
The door locked behind Jordan and I, making me jump.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"Go to hell."
"I'm already there."
"Okay, great. Don't fucking touch me."
"Fine."
After like 2 minutes, he started talking to me. And then he kissed me.
So I shoved him against the wall. And I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer.
"I swear to god, Jordan, I will fucking kill you if you mess up my relationship one more time. Got–" I turned to face the door, which had Jerome staring at me angrily.
"What the fuck, Lottie?"
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i really screwed lottie over ahahhaha
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Blood (Sequel to Scars) [JeromeASF]
FanfictionJerome and Charlotte are back, but this time with more troubles than last time. Broken hearts, heart-pulling, laugh-your-ass-off moments only in Blood.