•𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 • (𝙅𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤)

7

Jadon's POV
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I woke up to the pleasant sound of the rain hitting the windows. I sat up in my bed, reaching for my phone which was on the nightstand. I grab it, checking for any notifications, my eyesight still blurry.

1 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

It's a message from Jude.

-𝙔𝙤 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙄 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙮?-

I was starting to write a reply back, but my headache wasn't allowing me. Fuck. I'm not touching alcohol ever again. My brain was pounding and I was so dehydrated. I gathered some strength and decided that Jude deserved a reply.

-𝙃𝙚𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙢, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨.-

I got up from my bed, put my phone down and dragged myself into the bathroom. I took a long shower and afterwards I changed into clean clothes and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Then I remembered that I did in fact have Melissa's number. And I should probably send a text. I went back to my room to get my phone, started typing and stared at the screen wondering if I should send it or not.

Fuck it.

I pressed send.
And waited to see if she'll reply.
My eyes were glued to the phone screen.
I turned my notifications on and waited patiently.
A few minutes passed, but still no reply.
She hasn't even read it yet.
Maybe she's still sleeping?
Or maybe she's just not interested?

I put the phone down.
And decided to just get on with my day.