Ruby’s P.O.V
I was laying on my bed, feeling rough and sorry for myself. I drank way too much last, but it was a good night, I kissed a random guy or two, but that was it which is very unlike me. No matter how drunk and stoned I was, Cole was playing in the back of my mind. I ended up coming home at five a.m. leaving my friends there. Macy f*****g some college guy in one of the rooms, Rose just having fun. As I lay there groaning to myself, hate blooming hangovers my phone started ringing. I looked at it, seeing it was Cole. I found myself smiling, answering it straight away.
“Hey,” I said.
“Rough?” He chuckled, “You were very drunk.” He added.
“How do you know I was very drunk?” I laughed.
“You phoned me at like three a.m. making no sense at all.” He laughed.
Oh God, what did I do a
