Nora’s POV
I googled ‘How to safely tell your parents that you dropped out of college because your idiot ex boyfriend cheated on you with a High-schooler’
Surprisingly, there was a reddit user by the username of Annabethxo12 who was wandering the same thing, but the comments were absolute nonsense.
Derek has been calling me nonstop, leaving me voicemails explaining that he made a mistake and that he wishes to talk about it. He was right, he did make a mistake.
The biggest mistake of his life.
Derek cheating on me was not the only reason I decided to drop out. College was okay in the beginning, but after time I just started to hate it majorly, I mostly blame my ex-roommate Debby, who was a real bitch.
I closed my laptop and unlocked my phone. Maybe I should figure out what I’m going to do post-college before telling my parents. I told them that it was a British holiday and that everyone had two weeks off of school. Thankfully, neither of my parents are cultured enough to know if I was lying.
I texted my best friend Vanessa, who decided not to go to college. Instead, she started working at her family’s bakery across town.
Omg biatch! Hiiiiii! She texted back.
Want to hang out? I typed.
She replied instantly with a massive thumbs up emoji, followed by a cocktail emoji and a Purple Heart emoji.
It was five in the afternoon. I decided to wear my favourite black jeans, along with a red satin top. There was no way Vanessa wanted to hang out without going to a club.
The Uber was surprisingly calming. In London, every single Uber driver was either a creep or just outright annoying. This driver was around my age, and had no annoying qualities, as far as I could tell. He was also pretty hot, definitely a solid ten, and he wasn’t playing nonsense music where you couldn’t understand what the singer was saying. Instead, he played a calming symphony that consisted of violins, piano and harp strings. It was beautiful.
“Noraaaaaaa!” Vanessa greeted me when I arrived at The Enigma, a small but luxurious club. It was the only club in town, unless you take a an hour drive to a different town, or an extra hour and a half to the nearest city.
“Nessa!” I beamed, giving her a massive hug.
She has definitely changed since high school. Then again, so have I. Up until our senior year, Nessa and I were total geeks. Then came senior year. I had my braces removed, and she started wearing contacts. Apparently that’s all it takes to get noticed, which I find to be totally cretinous of society.
“Look at you, college girl!”
“Ex-college girl.” I corrected.
I told her that I dropped out before I even did it. Originally we had planned to go to college together, but then her mother started getting sick and she had to help out at their family bakery. Another reason as to why college sucked.
“Right… Let’s go in, you can show me how the sorority girls get wild.”
I laughed as I followed her inside the building.
Obviously we aren’t of legal age. Thankfully we both still have our fake ID’s from senior year. And the owner of The Enigma pretends she doesn’t know our legal age, which is awesome.
(Four and a Half Drinks Later)
“I’m just a pathetic college dropout.” I uttered, taking a slurp of the cocktail that I held in my left hand.
“A cute college dropout.” Nessa corrected, taking a slurp of her own.
Not to seem narcissistically in love with myself, but she was totally right. I am pretty darn cute.
We have already had four different drinks. The first was a Long Island iced tea, which tasted like a summery perfume. The second drink was a strawberry gin slushy with popping candy garnished around the rim of the glass. Then we had something called Mary on The Beach, which was a mixture of a Bloody Mary and a Sex on the Beach. The fourth drink we ordered was a green shaded one with cotton candy and edible flowers. As I said, it might be a small club, but they are hella decadent.
The cocktail that we were currently drinking was called Lavender’s Kiss. It was purple in color with ice cubes that had lavender inside them. Actually lavender was inside of the ice!
“Th-this is my fav drink!” Nessa cheered, winking towards the other side of the club where an elderly man ignited a cigar.
“Nessa!” I smacked her hand. “He’s ancient!”
“But he’s smoking a cigar! And he’s wearing a five thousand dollar suit to a club. He’s definitely rich, and I’m in dire need of a sugar da-“
“Nora?” A voice cut Vanessa off before she could finish, which was kind of a relief. It was quite icky listening to my nineteen year old friend thirsting over a man that was old enough to be my ancestor.
“Nora Harrington?” The voice came into view wearing the face I had hoped I would not see. At least not so soon. Somebody punch me in the face!
“Tyson?” I looked up at him, trying to seem stone-cold sober. “What are you doing here?”
I contemplated pretending not to recognise him but I’m drunk! Or at the very least, I’m tipsy. I mean, my skin is tingling. Is it supposed to do that? I don’t remember.
“I work here.” Oh? I wonder what happened with his college plans?
“It’s good to see you. How have you been?”
I smiled, trying, and failing to forget about how he dumped me because I was going to University in London and he was going to UCLA. I can see that clearly wasn’t the case anymore.
“Great. You know, college. Study, annoying roommates, so on.” I took a slurp from my cocktail, hoping that it would make me keep my mouth shut.
“Sounds nice. I bet you outshine everyone in your classes.”
Outshined, past tense, Except for a guy named Wes in most of my classes who really gave me a run. We had a tense relationship. And by tense, I meant that I hated him and he hated me.
“Maybe we could catch up while your in town?”
“Sure.” I said politely. Seeing as I’m in town permanently, I can hold off on seeing him until the end of the month. Or maybe i could just wait until next year.
He waved goodbye and left, causing Nessa to tease me.
“The lovers are reunited!” She ranted.
“Hell no!” I snapped, downing the rest of my drink.
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The night went great, besides the part about my high school sweetheart showing up and ruining everything. The second he left, I downed enough drinks to make me hurl thrice.
I slightly staggered as I snuck into my house, hoping my parents were sound asleep.
The first thing I did was go to charge my phone. It might just be the alcohol talking, but I really wanted to text Derek. Maybe I should call him?
No Nora! He Cheated on You! Sober me popped up for half a second.
I plugged the charger into my phone, waiting for the screen to turn on.
“What’s wrong with my charger.” I moaned.
Of course my charger broke! iPhone chargers have the lifespan of a housefly.
Maybe Charlie has a spare one in his bedroom.
I snuck across the hall. Thankfully I remember where all of the creaky floorboard were, so I knew exactly where not to step. Let’s just hope I don’t stagger and knock over a lamp or something else that would wake my parents.
I know what you’re thinking. Wouldn’t Charlie have taken his phone charger to Paris? Well, I’ve known him since he was born, and the answer is simple: Yes, he would have. But Charlie usually has at least two or three of everything.
I opened the drawer to his homework desk and began to empty it, digging for a charger.
After finally finding a charger, I began to put everything back into the drawer until my eyes were drawn to a dark blue journal.
Charlie has a diary?
Oh my god! I can’t wait to tease him all about it.
I opened it and began to read.
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Thank you for reading.
Before we continue: this story will have at least one POV of most characters, but the main Point Of View will be Charlie’s.
Also, I’m writing this story in a quick pace. If I happen to make any mistakes (Misspellings, wrong grammar, etc) i will correct in the future.
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