INSTA GC

soiree baddies

today at 1:37pm

hi my babies
i love you all
i know its over but i have abandonment
issues
who is this number btw?
XXXX XXX XXX

hichasestokes
pffft

tchalamet
ur mom

bruh shut up

madelyncline
aww i love you too
hmmm

djotime
that awkotaco moment when you don't
know whose number it is
am i right guys?

chat chat am i right chat?

djotime
lmao

cut the bullshit who dis

madelyncline
idk ask :p

i know you know

hichasestokes
don't act like you don't

zendaya
how are y'all awake

tchalamet
i have step daddy duties

cute
who dis btw

zendaya
no clue

guys<3
be honest
do oyu hate me

djotime
ur so chronically online it hurts

dude?

hichasestokes
is that number texting you right now?

yeah
spamming
i'm peeved
ts js pmo fr istg i'm gonna cs
(this shit just piss me off for real i swear
to god i'm gonna crash out)

tchalamet
jesus christ

zendaya
hahahaha
i like that one rhea
imma steal it

nw

. . .

XXXX XXX XXX

today at 1:46pm

wake up

i've been up

play

no offense but
who is this

bruh.

im so sorry i actually ceebs saving
ppls numbers after a night where i've
drank too much

what the hell is ceebs

cbf

weird

expose urself

dude
that's werd you don't even know me

why'd you make it weird?

my bad
⛴️

WE ARE NOT PLAYING BATTLESHIP RN

aw
why not

facetime call not answered

don't call me

pick up

no wtf

howd you get my number

stole your phone

drew.

guilty!
⛴️ play

➕           message                                              🎙️

. . .

REAL LIFE

drew let his head sink deeper into the pillows, phone resting on his chest as he took another long sip of water. the cold felt nice against the remnants of his hangover, though he wasn't really suffering too bad, hydration and a solid breakfast had done their job. now, he was just comfortably lazy, stretched out on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

and, grinning like an idiot.

because rhea had called him.

not once. not twice. but multiple times.

the little missed call notifications stacked on his screen were the highlight of his day so far. he could picture her reaction clear as day, the slow realization, the inevitable frustration, probably muttering to herself while spamming to call, and refusing to play battleship.

his phone buzzed again, and for a second, he thought it was her. but it was chase.

drew opened the message, eyes scanning over the words, and a quiet chuckle left him. of course she was already making a scene about it. but before he could respond to chase, his phone vibrated again.

not chase this time.

his smirk deepened as he read the message.

he didn't respond immediately, letting her stew for a second while he lazily switched back to his water bottle, taking another long sip. his hangover might've been mostly gone, but he was still lounging in bed, perfectly content to drag this out.

a minute passed. another buzz.

his smirk only widened.

she was so mad.

before he could even type a reply, his phone buzzed again. another message. then another.

drew exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. god, she was funny. he finally responded, short and nonchalant, and barely a second later, another message came through, followed by yet another.

his chest shook with silent laughter. this was too easy.

his phone lit up again, but this time, it was chase.

drew opened the message, read it, and let out a quiet scoff. villain origin story, his ass.

if anything, this was rhea's.

. . . 

a/n: bruh i made him such a dickhead this chapter my bad