He managed to make it back to his room, laying on his bed. Arms stretch to his sides, he let out a sigh. The high had finally hit. And he planned on enjoying it in peace. He didn’t even bother to check his phone when it went off with a text.
His high was cut short with the thought of Isabella missing. He sat up a little too quickly, causing him to hold his head with both hands. The curse of fast movement and low iron levels. Tears swelled up behind his eye, he didn’t want to admit it, be he had feelings for Isabella. He had grown up with her and always saw her as a sister, but now, he felt like he had crossed that line a long while ago. He felt disgusted at first, but he couldn’t deny his feelings any longer. Vowing that if he saw her again, that he’d make a move on her. Feeling slightly better, he slowly sat up. Pulling out his phone and reading the message…
“Davit had gone missing… Well than…” He thought to himself. He felt a bit complex.
"Check out the old neighborhood, maybe try the schools nearby.
Was all he texted back with, before popping another couple of pills and laying back down. His mind raced as he forced himself to get on his feet. “If he wouldn’t text back, I’ll just go to his room.” He thought.
He wasn’t entirely sure how he managed to waltz his way there, his vision was blurred by his complicated emotions. He stood outside Rowan door, banging on it.
@ChayChay05 Jorge
@LunaticLeviTheSecond Rowan
He gave the place a quick look over at the entrance before heading back out. The place seemed to not been touched by time. It looked the same, feeling him with nostalgia. After a moment of looking at the old house, he decides to walk back to the old neighborhood. As he got closer, he heard his name being shouted. It sounded like Jorge voice. It took a few minutes before he spotted Jorge’s car, driven his way. Davit felt bad for making Jorge search for him.
Watching as the car got closer, Davit sticks one leg in front of him and slightly raised his pant leg, showing off his hairy leg as a joke to get Jorge’s attention.
@ChayChay05 Jorge
She had downed the entire spiked strawberry lemonade and was making her way through the shots. Knowing full well that she was tipsy, she didn’t care. “Behave yourself” echoed in her head. She didn’t like being told to behave herself, and so she was gonna drink her frustration out. One shot…two shot… Before she knew it, she had downed the entire glass. This wasn’t enough for her. She was craving something stronger… she waved the waiter over and placed an order. Then she waited. The wait felt like hours even though it only took a 15 minutes before he returned. He quickly left after passing off the drink.
Rayla eyed it. Doubt sneaking in her mind. “Maybe I shouldn’t. Tommy would be annoyed if he came back and…” Her thoughts trailed off as she placed her finger tips on the tip of the glass. Temptation was in front of her and she felt her resolve crumbing like rocks. One stone at a time…
“Maybe just a sip… just a sip…” She thought as she picked up the glass and drought it to her lips. The taste drought a party of flavors to her tongue. It was bitter with a hint of sweetness. She couldn’t help take a bigger sip. Savouring the flavor with each drink.
@ChayChay05 mentioned Tommy