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You’re doing great?

Seriously.

I want to punch myself in the face.

“Talk soon. Byeeee.”

“Gra–”

I hang up. I can’t let him stop me.

I bury my face in my hands and rest my forehead against the toilet.

God. I’ve just called Brandon Holder, I just called Brandon fucking Holder.

The Hollywood heartthrob, the celebrity, the actor. I just called Brandon Holder, my childhood friend and first ever love, that first kind of love that Theresa was talking about this morning. The one that ruins you for every other man ever.

THAT first love, and God I had just called him for the first time in three years, and the last thing I said to him was, “You’re doing great.”

I mean what the actual...? Who says that? What sort of person says that?

Oh God.

He’s calling me back.

I’m too drunk, I totally shouldn’t answer it.

I need to vomit again.

I vomit, and I answer it…

FAIL.

Chapter 11

Ihear voices.

“There’s my drunken ho bag of a roommate.”

Loud voices.

Shush.

Shush, voices.

"I told you she would be here, but no one would believe me

“I told you she would be here, but no one would believe me.”

“Shush,” I grumble, holding onto my toilet.

This toilet is my new best friend.

It’s so quiet. And soothing and cold. It’s been here for me all night.

“Oh, dear.” That is a man’s voice, I recognise that voice…but it’s not the voice I want it to be.

Someone’s trying to pry me away from my toilet. They are trying to separate us.

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