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𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍
"I am so tired of pretending, where is my happy ending "
That had always been the battle cry of jessa Olamipo Chloe Babaijide
When Jessa's mother was jilted by their father just before the birt...
Dedicated to the one who have Been flooding me with her constant comment gracefulgreene_
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~Chloe~
For the first time in forever, I came home drunk. And yes, I mean wasted—100% white girl wasted. Well, maybe not too wasted because I was sane enough to ward off hungry and sex starved teenagers away from me. But then, I can't take all the credit; Antonio was the one who made sure to keep an eye on Molly and me, making sure no random stranger was forcing himself on us.
By the time it was quarter after eight, we were both knocked out cold from drinking too much. How we didn't pee our pants was a miracle we both were grateful for. I really should be thankful to Antonio; he must have had water all night for him to keep us in check. It's a good thing Jodee came with us to look after her boyfriend because I didn't think Antonio had an extra pair of eyes to look after Michael Jordan.
"Oh, dear Lord, what a night!"
I was hungover. I woke up to an intense ringing in my ears, and a rhythmic throbbing in my head. "Migraines are the worst," I thought to myself. There was no way I could go to school in this condition. I let out a loud yawn. And another one. And one more, whilst stretching on my bed as I heard my sore muscles crack. The ringing of my iPhone startled me, making me instantly jump out of bed and landed on the floor—hard! The sound coming from my phone was enough to knock me out, or so it seemed. Turns out what alcohol does to your body goes beyond just making you drunk. I groaned in pain at that and worse of all my phone was still ringing.
"Ugh!!! Who the fuckkk is that??" I groaned in pain using one hand to caress my sore behind, and the other hand to climb back into bed so I could reach my bedside table. Just as I was about to reach for my phone, it stopped ringing. I was super pissed. I just readjusted myself on my bed properly lying flat on my stomach so I could massage my butt properly.
The minute I was relieved of the pain, my phone started ringing again. My eardrums had accommodated the ringtone now, better than the first time. And I was anticipating the caller would call back, so I wasn't all that startled. But it still seemed super loud. I glared at it for a while before finally stretching my left hand to grab it off my bedside table. Immediately I picked the call Antonio popped up on my screen and I glared at him even more. He just simply responded with humour laced in his voice."Well, good morning to you, grouch pants. You look like shit."
"What the fuck do you want, Antonio? Ow..." I held my head in pain. "And you're not reallyfunny. You made me hit my butt on the floor."
He couldn't help the laughter.
"It's not funny!!!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he managed, in between laughs. "How did I make you hit your button the floor though?"
