Guns and Grey

0.2 ⋆ Dear Stranger

A/n: Just to clear up a few things...

•Jeremy and Jacob are twins

•Lance is short for Delancy

•Blake is short for Blakeley

•Blakeley is dating Jeremy

•Delancy is dating Jacob

•All characters are in grade 12, here in my country, grade 11 and 12 is considered college and further studies in university. Basically, high school in the USA is college for us and college in the USA is university for us.

Okay, that's it, if you are confused about anything else feel free to hit me up on Instagram(umiforshort) or here on Wattpad. Enjoy!!

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Scarlett's POV

I woke up with a throbbing head. It felt as though it was run over by a bulldozer and my throat was parched.

What in the world happened last night? I got drunk, that's for sure.

I rubbed my face with my hands and rolled over on my stomach.

Mhhh, this bed feels like heaven---wait, this wasn't my bed.

Realisation knocked me awake and I get up from my cosy position. I didn't feel any pain between my legs so that was good. I looked around squinting my eyes.

It's so pretty oh my lord.

It was a big, spacious room with walls painted over with the lightest shade of grey. There were two plain white doors, probably leading to the bathroom and the living room. The decor was very simple. A round mirror on the wall with a table below it and a lamp was hung over it.

The queen-sized bed was also very simple. Grey throws, white blanket, white bed sheet and 2 pairs of white and grey pillows. There was a black dresser on either side of the bed.

I dragged my legs off the bed and sat up. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a very huge black sweatshirt. My eyes widened a bit.

I am pretty sure I was in a dress last night.

I brought up my hands to my hair to find that it was tied up in a bun. I found some Advil and a glass of water kept on the dresser with a note placed under the glass.

Prioritising my headache, I took two tablets first. I gulped down the tall glass of water and wiped the corners of my mouth with my hand and picked up the note.

Damn, this person has really good handwriting.

Dear Stranger,

I assume you have a very bad headache. Take the Advil on the dresser. Your clothes are kept in the bathroom which is the door nearest to the window. Your phone is in the drawer of the dresser. You may have a shower. Keep the sweatshirt if you wish. Leave before eleven o'clock. Your welcome.

-Stranger

This hospitality was nice of them but at the same time, what an arse. I reached over to grab my phone from the drawer and bloody hell. Sixty-seven missed calls. I am so dead. 34 from mum, 4 from dad, 12 from Emily, 8 from Blakeley, and 9 from Jacob.

I didn't even want to open my texts. I called up Emily and it rang just twice before she picked it up.

"You are not dead or in a metal room, are you?"

"Would I be calling if I was dead or in a metal room?" I retort.

"Right. COULDN'T YOU CALL SOONER?" Her high pitched voice triggered my headache.