Life Moves On • Zach Herron

twenty

my head is killing me and this bed is super uncomfortable, wait, this isn't a bed

i open my eyes and see that i'm laying on the kitchen table

what happened to me after i fucked her last night?

i fucked her. no no no no! i fucked scarlett. and the worst part is that it was enjoyable, i still remember the way she felt around-

never mind, i'm not gonna imagine that

i promised to myself that i was jas' and only jas'. i've messed up big time

i hear footsteps and corbyn walked into the kitchen

"hey big man, your awake!" he said with a smirk present on his face "yep" my voice sounds like i smoke 20 a day

"why am i on the table?" i ask remembering what i am sat on

"oh there's a funny little story behind that actually, it was after you fucked scarlett, you both came downstairs and you kissed she went back to the dorms and you started drinking more and then started telling mason about how good she was, by this time you were so drunk. you then said how your legs were tired from 'slamming into her so hard'" he added the air quotes and i knew that was something i must've said

"then you laid on the table and carried on telling mason about scarlett until you fell asleep" corbyn finished explaining and passed me a cup of coffee

"thanks" i said and took a sip "i can't believe i did that, how embarrassing! i was actually explaining how i fucked her, oh god" corbyn just nodded and i put my head on one of my hands while holding my coffee cup with the other

"so what are you doing today?" corbyn asked me and i looked up "sobering up" i simply replied "wow you must've drank a lot if your gonna need the whole day to sober up"

i laugh and stand up from the table leaving my coffee cup on it and i walk to the bathroom

i go to the toilet and then wash my hands, i look in the mirror on the wall and see that i look as bad as i feel

my neck is littered with red and purple marks. i splash my face with cold water and also wash my neck

i walk out of the bathroom feeling strangely refreshed

"corbyn have you seen my phone?" i ask corbyn as i look around for my phone "check the room you were in last night cause i know your shirts in there too"

"my shirt? i have a shirt on" i look down at the shirt i'm wearing and take in its appearance, i can't actually recall what shirt i wore last night

"that's not yours, it's mine, i forgot to mention you came downstairs with no top on so i gave you mine, i literally had to put it on you though"

"oh god i can't believe i did all this stuff last night, everyone saw me shirtless for god sake!" i say regretting everything that i can't even remember doing

"not everyone most people were in the other room but you did get a few people's attention"

great.

"i'm gonna go find my shirt and phone" i head for the stairs but then stop "corbyn?"

"yeah?"

"which room was i in last night?" i ask him and i hear his laugh "third door on the left i think"

i run up the stairs and work out which door is the one corbyn described to me, i walk over to it and open it

i instantly see my shirt laying on the floor inside out, i pick it up and put it over my shoulder not bothering to put it on since it's dirty

i search the room for my phone and eventually find it under the bed

i try turning it on silently praying it isn't dead, luckily it's on 43% and i have a lot of messages from everyone back in LA

i decide to answer them once i get back to my dorm room

i run back downstairs and see corbyn sat on his phone, he looks up at me and begins to talk

"you found them then" i nod "yeah, my phone was under the bed"

"i'm not gonna question that since i'm not sure if want to know the answer" he chuckles "i probably don't even know the answer to be honest"

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i flop down on my bed in the dorm room i was placed in, my room mate is never even here and when he is here he's either asleep or he ignores me

i pull out my phone and answer all my messages, most of them are asking 'if i'm dead' because of me not being online since yesterday afternoon

jasmine's pov

i fall back onto my bed and close my eyes, i'm so tired, it's currently 1:45am and i'm so tired.

i get ready to go to sleep by changing and having a wash and brushing my teeth and then i lay under the covers of my bed

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i wake up from the bright light coming through my window because i forgot to close the blinds

i look around my dorm room and then fall back onto my bed. 9:15am. ugh too early.

i scroll through my instagram feed and see pictures from the party last night, zach features in many of them and he looks very drunk, his shirt even changes in some pictures which really makes me question what happened last night

jas you don't care, my conscience tells me. i don't care.

my thoughts are interrupted by a quiet knock on my door, who here this early in the morning?

i know it's not jonah since he just walks in, i try work out who it is while i walk to the door and open it

i see a girl, she's much taller than me and has brown hair, she is stood there with a box in her arms

"hey, sorry it's so early but i'm your new roommate" she gives a small smile and i return it "come in! i'm jasmine but call me jas"

she walks in and i shut the door behind her, she puts the box down on the bed on the empty side of the room

"nice to meet you, i'm tatum but call me tate"

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