Filed To Story: In the Shadow of the Past Luna (Lily & James)
“You got drunk.”
“Why do I feel like I am hungover? There wasn’t wolfsbane in any of that whiskey.”
“I decided not to heal you. You were pretty out of control last night. I decided to let you feel how st upid it was this morning, so that you know not to do that again.”
I groaned.
“What did I do?”
“Besides name your member ‘Longjohn’? And take pictures of him?”
“What?”
“Yeah. You also drunk-texted the pictures to Jenny.”
“Wow”
I had never gotten that drunk before. And I had never sexted in my life.
“What else did I do?”
I asked Nolan.
“You also texted James a few times. Thankfully nothing as embarrassing as what you sent to Jenny. But then you decided to make a blanket out of all of Jenny’s underwear and undergarments that she didn’t take with her.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, look down.”
I looked down and immediately saw what Nolan was talking about. I had tied the ends of Jenny’s bras to the ends of her underwear and camisoles, and then figured out a way to put the items in repeated rows. The creation looked nothing like a blanket and everything like a big blob of clothes tied together, but I guess my drunk self thought it was great and used it to cover up when I fell sleep on the couch.
Classy.
“Goddess, I am never drinking again,”
I linked Nolan.
“Good.”
I got up and dragged myself to the shower. Once done in the shower, I walked into our bedroom… I mean, my bedroom… to get some fresh clothes.
That is when I noticed Jenny’s phone sitting on her nightstand. Did she leave it there on purpose? Or was there a possibility that she forgot it and would come back for it?
“Either way, you might want to delete your messages from last night,”
Nolan suggested. “They were pretty awful.”
“Great Idea,”
I conceded.
I went over and picked up Jenny’s phone. Thankfully, the password was still the same (my birthday).
After deleting the messages that I sent her, I went to Jenny’s “deleted”
folder to make sure that the messages were permanently deleted.
And that is when my world shattered once again.
Soon, I found myself reading deleted messages between Jenny and James, and Jenny and Joey, and
Jenny and Dr. Miller,
I could not believe my eyes.
I knocked on the door for the tenth time. I was getting impatient.
“OPEN UP! NOW! I KNOW THAT YOU ARE IN THERE!
I knocked again. Still nothing. I rang the doorbell.
Finally, the door opened.
“What the hell, Nick?”
Joey asked angrily. “Do you know what time it is?”
Yeah, I knew what time it was. After reading all the deleted messages between Jenny, James, Joey, and Dr. Miller, I spent the rest of the day drinking. (So much for my no-drinking plan.) It was only after I had wasted another whole day that I decided what I wanted to do.
I pushed past Joey into his house. Joey closed the door.
“What is your problem, Nick? It is the middle of the night and you are at my house, smelling like booze.”
“I want in,”
I told him.
“What?”
“I want in,”
I repeated.
“I do not know what you are talking about,”
Joey responded.
“Bullsh&t.”
I took Jenny’s phone out of my pocket and tossed it to him. “The Movement. I want in.”
(Joey POV)
“The Movement. I want in.”
I sighed. “Sit down. I will get you some coffee.”
Like hell was I going to talk to Nick about the Movement while he was drunk.
A full forty-five minutes later-after two cups of coffee, two cups of water, and two trips to the bathroom
-Nick was sober enough to have a conversation.
“How did you find out?”
I asked.
Nick pointed to Jenny’s phone, which was now sitting on my coffee table: “That is Jenny’s phone. I read her text messages.”
“I thought she deleted them?”
I said, surprised.
Jenny talked to me before she left the pack. She told me that left her phone behind because she wanted a fresh start and she did not want anyone to be able to contact her. I expressed concern about someone reading her text messages, but she promised me that she had deleted anything referring to the
Movement.
“She did, but she forgot that in order to permanently delete messages on her model of phone- you have to go to the ‘deleted messages’ folder and click the ‘permanently delete’ button,”
Nick explained.
“Oh.”
“So you knew she was leaving?”
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