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Autumn Leaves & Pumpkins Please

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When Autumn visits London with her girl-squad, she is introduced to Xavier Montgomery during such a naughty, intoxicated event. Now in less formal words; Autumn has drunk s*x with the most famous writer and former model of England and the world. After that Xavier -- the stone cold Briton who only has to snap his fingers for you to fall in love with him -- searches for several ways to keep in touch with the fiercy American.

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october 16th london, england THERE I WAS, lying in that overpriced, spherical platform bed with an out-of-my-league male right beside me, regretting all of my stupid life-choices. I carefully switched sides so I could look at him. His eyes were closed and dark hair all messy which I expected, because he slept like a spastic dog; turning over, back, one leg over my whole body and depriving oxygen, and so on. But the sight of him being in such a peaceful state was awe-worthy. On the other hand was I about to jump out of the window. I couldn't believe I gave my f*****g virginity away like that, I couldn't believe my last tiny bit of dignity had deceased. Suddenly he pursed his lips and blew into my face. That was shocking enough, but when he opened his mouth and started talking, I couldn't help but let out a high-pitched squeal. "Get me a coffee- Jesus f**k," he quickly covered my mouth with his hand without opening his eyes, "you can't just earrape people like that." "Sworwy," I mumbled into his hand. "Just get me a coffee and some aspirins, will you?" It wasn't a request, it was an order. I frowned my brows at him and pushed his hand off my face. "Who the hell do you think I am?" His eyeballs started to move under his eyelids where after he finally opened them. "My assistant. I pay you to bring me coffee, remember?" He yawned and stretched his arms. That made me feel... some type of way. For some reason my stupid drunk alter ego – let's name her Becky – thought I was the only one he had slept with, but that obviously wasn't true. Of course this vainglorious writer had an assistant to f**k whenever he felt like it and of course that assistant agreed, because she must've been as stupid as me. I felt ashamed of myself, and didn't know whether I wanted to throw myself out of the window or him. His reaction left me speechless. He did not have the capacity to distinguish me from his f*****g assistant. He had treated me that whole night as if I was special, 'something else' as he kept telling me, but in the end I wasn't even someone – I was something he'd make use of and then throw away. Becky definitely was a snake for making me have s*x with him. The bare, famous writer beside me groaned, rubbed his eyes and then looked me dead in the eyes. "What are you waiting for?" "I'm not your f*****g assistant!" The only thing I could do was throw a pillow at his face. Really pathetic. "Wait," he removed the pillow from his face and fixated his hair, "what's your name again then?" "Oh, f**k you Xavier Montgomery!" And that was when I punched him in the face. a week earlier... october 4th dallas, america Seeing my fellow students constantly taking notes demotivated me. My paper was plain except for the little p***s in the corner. The only one who had a weird obsession with drawing p*****s was Drew, he was mentally stuck in middle school. The never ending talk about mitochondria and other cell organelles made me sick, so I decided to grab my worst enemy and best friend; my damned phone. The second I turned it on, it continuously started buzzing like some kind of f****d up vibrator. That comparison made me giggle a bit. "What's so funny?" My professor glared angrily at me, but I couldn't take the old tiny man seriously. He was like a so-called smol bean, so innocent and adorable. But mad. Good God, that man was mental. "The Golgi apparatus made me eh... giggle?" I lied. "Sometimes I question your sanity, miss Morris." "That we have in common, sir." He just sighed and my passive self continued reading through all my messages. group chat troy bolton cult sadie okay guys listen up valentina oh no sadie why didn't the vampire bite taylor swift? valentina please not this s**t again sadie fadoua I'm debating whether I should shoot myself now or after the riddle sadie it's really good I promise! gwen fad, shoot us now while we still can escape sadie BECAUSE SHE HAS BAD BLOOD read by everyone sadie guys... fadoua hello miss this is sheriff cooper and I'm here to inform you that gwen and fad have died valentina *taylor swift has left the chat* sadie *logan paul has entered the chat* autumn THAT WAS THE WORST HALLOWEEN JOKE EVER AND WHY LOGAN sadie because he's cute fadoua sadie you're cancelled sadie I would smash autumn that like button yeah LOGANG LOGANG LOGANG valentina MAVERICK MAVERICK MAVERICK fadoua *loads gun* it's this time again... autumn hey you can't just kill us logangers that's genocide fadoua that's the point sis lily-rose hi, I'm here to inform you guys that we'll be going to London in four days! hopefully that's enough time to pack your suitcases, we'll be gone for about three days. my dad planned this trip for us because I need to meet some of his contacts and do some business, but most of the time we'll probably be drunk or hungover because of the parties! valentina lily-rose amelia chesterfield are you f*****g kidding lily-rose no sis fadoua oh no i'm not going to babysit y'all in London nope sadie hOLY f**k I'M IN I WANT TO f**k A BOY WITH A BRITISH ACCENT lily-rose they also serve non-alcoholic drinks at the parties fad! please, join us we love you fadoua non-alcoholic drinks? I'm in as long as you're not going to throw up on me like last week autumn SHÎT L-R I HAVE f*****g SCHOOL I NEED TO PASS THIS SEMESTER MY MOM WILL KILL ME YOU KNOW WHAT f**k MY MOM I'M 21 jk mom I love you BUT WHAT AM I GOING TO TELL MY SCHOOL lily-rose no worries we're leaving on Friday and we'll be back here by Monday After a long day of school, I had promised my boyfriend to come by, so that's what I did. "We're going for a walk with Jack, is that alright?" he had asked me and before I could answer he already had his jacket on. "You don't leave me a choice." Honestly, I had been hoping we would bang, but he had been avoiding that for the last couple of days. Something was wrong with him and I felt that. "I'm going on a trip on Friday. L-R invited us to go to London with her for three days," I said as we walked through the park surrounded by red and orange colors which gave me such a chill mood. Fall had always been my favorite season, and so did my parents considering the choice of my name. To my surprise he looked rather relieved than surprised. "What's that?" I asked him curiously, pointing at his face. "Is there something on my face?" he started slapping himself. "No, that face you just made. Are you happy I'm leaving?" "I actually am. I have to do a shitload of work on my new project and I can't focus on that when I'm with you." "You sure you're not having a pretty girl over when I'm gone?" Obviously I was joking, but when I saw his face go red, I started feeling nervous. He thought I wasn't kidding and I always made that kind of jokes, so something clearly was wrong. A variation of scenes filled my mind; him having s*x with the girl he was texting the other day on the couch or him getting his d**k sucked while I messaged him from London. Waves of anger and confusion went through my whole body and I had the urge to slap him right in the face. Then I realized I hadn't even given him the chance to explain the color of his face. "Chris, what the f**k is going on?" I stopped walking so I could properly have a serious conversation with him. "Autumn, I..." His blue eyes were looking everywhere, but avoided mine. There was a long silence in which I tried to investigate his weird body language, and tried to convince myself that it was nothing. It couldn't be true, Chris truly loved me, that's what he'd been telling me. We were in a relationship for almost two years, that thing he felt inside his stomach, that fling every time he saw me couldn't have just disappeared like that. "Are you in love with someone else?" My voice broke. I avoided the word 'cheating', because that wasn't something Chris would do. I was having such a hard time trying to not look back at all the joyful memories we had been making the past two years. From the moment I met him he made me feel as if I really was worth something, he loved all the imperfections I thought nobody could ever love, and I still felt that when he was around. The passionate electricity that made its way down my spine when we touched. How my body temperature rapidly increased when he kissed me or pulled me into a hug. I tried to shake it all off of me before I would start crying. The fact that he didn't answer my question hit me hard. He inhaled deeply, held his breath for a couple of second, lifted his head to look at the trees and then exhaled. The hand that wasn't holding his golden retriever's leash was deeply buried into the pocket of the jeans he once bought with me. He didn't want to tell me the truth, he didn't want to hurt me, because that would hurt him too. Looking through all the pain I was feeling at that moment, I respected that. Despite everything, he still seemed to care about me. I slowly nodded, wiped some lost tears off my cheeks and turned around to walk back to my car, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. He stroke some hairs out of my face and softly caressed my cheek. "I don't want to hurt you," he quietly said, "but you deserve an explanation. The past couple of months I was feeling a bit off, because I... I stopped loving you like before. Then I met Sophie, a new girl in my class, and everything changed. Listen, I still love you so much and I admire you Autumn, but I can't keep leading you on like this. I didn't know how to tell you this, I postponed it for about a week. I hope... I hope you- we, I hope we can get through this, okay?" I bit my lip to stop myself from bursting out in tears, quickly nodded and then turned around. I had never felt such pain ever in my life.

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