Alexander pov~

I stretched and blinked sleep out of my eyes, adjusting to the light. I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I noticed that I had a decent amount of notifications.

Two from Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette. An insane amount from Peggy. Three from Eliza. And two ominous-seeming ones from Angelica.

Why's everyone talking to me all of a sudden?

andPEGGY : Heyyyy

andPEGGY: Alex where you go?

andPEGGY: I'm not scared of you come on at me

andPEGGY: Are you not in the cuboeard

andPEGGY: Alex I'm stutck in the cupboard

I sighed, understanding that is was just gonna be lots of random drunk texts.

SchuylerSister#1: I saw you last night, with Maria, that was pretty low

I stared at the message in horror. Of course she though I was cheating. But the next text was even worse.

SchuylerSister#1: I told John

I blinked slowly and let go of my phone. It fell onto the mattress with a muted thud and I felt the my heart start racing. John thought I was cheating on him, didn't he? I told him I rarely get drunk. Not even at parties, just in general. It takes a lot of alcohol and I don't feel like going to all that trouble. So he can assume I was sober, which I was.

Maria...

I put my head in my hands and contemplated all my life decisions.

LargeBaguette: Salut Alexandre

LargeBaguette: C'est vrai ce qu'Angelica m'a dit?

Oh she told him too? Wow.

SchuylerSister#2: Alexander?

SchuylerSister#2: I get that she's pretty but you weren't even drunk

SchuylerSister#2: How could you do this?

I leaned back on my bed and felt tears prickle in my eyes. Ducky leapt up beside me and rubbed himself against me. I stroked him absentmindedly, too focused on the mess I'd gotten myself into.

And that was just my message notifications. YouTube was even worse. YouTube does often have a lot of notifications though, and I uploaded a video earlier yesterday, so I just have to hope that that is the reason I have lots of notifications. It probably is, I'm probably overreacting.

It was just cause of the video, thank god. I pulled Ducky against my chest and hugged him tightly, a few tears streaming down my face.

I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

No, I don't think so, right?

She was pretty, but that was just aesthetic attraction. Then she kissed me. I never consented to that, I didn't do anything wrong!

I sat up and tugged at my curly red hair.

There's no use trying to talk to John, he probably hates me now. I could try but I doubt he'd answer. Or listen to what I have to say.

I stared at my screen as a notification popped up.

It was from Angelica.

Oh god. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest, instead of hugging Ducky, because Ducky was all curled up and he looked comfortable; even in terrible situations, the Cat Rule #1 applies, do not move a cat if it's cozy

SchuylerSister#1: {image attached}

I let my hand go limp and leaned back on the bed. At this point, it can't get any worse. How did she even take such a clear shot, whilst drunk? And it was in the short time before I pushed Maria away. I sighed and grabbed my phone again, calling Evan because all my other friends probably hated me now.

"Hey Ev." I sighed.

Hi! You sound depressed, what's wrong?

"You know my boyfriend?"

Not personally, but you've mentioned him.

"Yeah. I messed up."

Wow. That was fast.

"Thanks for that Evan."

What happened?

"Well you see, I went to a party because a new friend of mine who is probably no longer a friend of mine invited me. John didn't come because his sisters were visiting. So I was sitting alone–"

Like usual.

"And someone invited me to go meet some of the other guests. There was one girl and she was really pretty and her name was Maria Reynolds. Some time passed and lots people left."

Is this going where I think it's going?

"Depends."

Well keep talking.

"Ok, so then Maria comes up to me, clearly drunk, and she kissed me. I pushed her away but apparently one of my friends-no longer friends caught it on camera, and sent it to John. And most of the new people I've met have reacted negatively."

Oh. Ouch.

"What do I do Ev?! I've screwed up so badly and I just want to go back in time and fix it."

Can't help ya, sorry.

"Evan, please?"

Figure it out Alexander.

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a / n: hey! Sorry this took so long to get out, but it's here now, so yay. I'll try to start updating frequently again. Evan is still ChatonErrant 's character. Thanks for letting me use her in my story.
Well, bye, see y'all next chapter I guess.

Sincerely,

M E!!