revenge | nate jacobs/ euphoria

part fourteen

"what the hell are you two doing here?" fezco asks, opening the door after our endless banging.

hardin chuckles, glancing over at me. "we just need to buy some shit."

fez glares at me, beginning to shake his head. "i'm done for the day. it's fuckin 2 am, what the fuck y'all still doing out anyways."

i pull out my phone, seeing the dead battery pop up when i click the power button.

"you're kidding! i wear it was just like ten." i gasp.

"fuck the time, i'm tryna get high before i go home and hear my parents' shit about being out this late." hardin announces.

his arm wraps around my neck, looking back to fez.

"cmon, we don't need nothing crazy. just like a pill each." he continues.

"i can't even do it. not tonight. you guys better get home though." fez says. his eyes look to meet mine, sadness clearly expressed before he steps back, closing his door.

hardin turns to me swiftly. "what a fucking buzzkill. maybe i should hit up that plug on fifth street. it's a drive but it's worth it."

i look up, licking against my lips before sighing.

"honestly, fez is right. i need to get home, i didn't realize how late it was. my mom's gonna kill me." i admit.

"oh cmon. we've been chillin all day. don't end it without a high." he expresses as we start walking back toward his car.

"i'll just say the high of my day was those cinnamon rolls, and that damn ice cream we got after the movie." i smile.

"fuckk, fine. only because your mom fucks with me and i don't wanna screw that up."

yeah she did until i told her we broke up.

i roll my eyes, shutting the passenger door behind me.

•••

"fuckk." i groan as the sun shines directly in my face through my curtains.

shifting over in my bed, i grab my phone, it finally being back on since it died last night.

17 missed calls from mom
imessages from mom
-where are you?
-you're grounded remember!!!
-maybe you don't know what fucking grounded means, because you were supposed to be home right after school brianna
-just earned another month
-1 am, you've got to be kidding me

2 missed calls from nate j
imessages from nate j
-thought you were gonna call me...
-brianna?
-yo wtf is up with you?
-such a bitch

imessage from cass <3
-your moms looking for you, she called me freaking out!!
-bri i know you're with hardin, kat told me but cmon don't make your mom worry

i sigh, scrolling through the messages. honestly i don't know how i ended up letting my phone die yesterday, let alone staying out that late.

i guess me and hardin just lost track of time as we hung out.

i yawn, swinging my feet over the side of the bed, them hitting hardin's body that lays on the floor.

"ouch bri. chill out, it's too early." he groans, slowing turning himself.

"okay, time to get up." i tell him

"five more minutes." he whispers

"no, i have to sneak you out before my mom wakes up. i can't get caught twice in one week." i say, reaching down and pulling on his arm.