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LINA'S POV-

After meeting Arianna, we head back to my room to get ready for the party. Sin isn't there, he's gone to meet Jagger before the party, so we arranged to meet them there.

Arianna changes into a tight pink leather skirt, paired with a black bralette. I put on some small, tight black denim shorts and a lacy red bodysuit, paired with black fishnet tights and burgundy knee high boots.

Anna does a flick of eyeliner paired with bright pink eyeshadow and mascara. I settle on a more natural look, outlining my eyes with pencil, then my normal mascara and gloss.

"We look hot." Arianna whistles as she grabs something out of her bag.

I flick my hair. "As always, Arianna."

She hands me a baggie of coke along with a card and a rolled up fiver. "Let's get this party started!"

I laugh as we do three lines each, saving the rest for when we get to the party. The party is only five minutes away, so it isn't exactly a long trek.

"So, what's the deal with you and D? Everything still good?" I ask her as we start to walk to the party.

Arianna nods. "Yeah, we are going good. Only problem is, she doesn't like Georgia. She didn't say that, obviously, she's far too nice. But I could just tell."

Georgia. Sometimes I forgot that Arianna has a twin.

"Shit," I whistle under my breath, "and Georgia? Does she like Dahlia?"

"I don't think so." Arianna admits, hanging her head in her hands like she's embarrassed.

I shrug. "It's your twin and your girlfriend. Unless they have a valid reason, they should make it work for you. I can lock them in a cell together, if you want."

"Thank you for the offer," she laughs, "but best not. I don't wanna get dumped again."

Arianna hands me a piece of gum which I take gratefully, a great alternative to chewing on my lip which I am extremely desperate to do.

"Anyway, on this topic, what's happening with you and Sin? I mean, we all know he's obsessed with you, just like we know your fucking. But how about you?" She asks, clearly very invested in this topic.

I shrug, feeling frustrated. "I don't know. The sex is amazing though, I can tell you that. But when it comes to-"

Before I can finish, my phone starts buzzing. Immaculate timing, seeing as I've just arrived at the house.

"Excuse me. You go inside." I tell Anna, so she heads inside whilst I place myself on a chair outside the house.

"Hello, Abuela."

I can practically hear her scowling down the phone.

"Hola, Catalina. If your coming to Spain, you need to speak español, okay?"

"Keep your voice down, abuela, I'm at a party." I hiss, hoping nobody in close proximity could hear her.

She tuts. "No drinking for you, Catalina, make sure of it. Anyway, I need to speak to you, uhhhh, urgently. Instead of September, you need to come next."

"Next when? Your english isn't too great Abuela, but it isn't that bad."

"Next week."

My heart and jaw drop simultaneously at this revelation. Next week? September was scary enough, but at least it gave us time. I mean, it gave me time.

"Next week? But... but this college year doesn't finish till June! And I haven't told my friends, I haven't told anyone, Abuela, I can't just get up and leave."

"You can, Catalina and you will, nieta." She responds, trying to maintain her icy voice but I can tell she cares based on her use of nieta (granddaughter in Spanish).

I bite my lip, my head feeling dizzy, either from stress or those three lines I did earlier.

"Okay, Abuela. I understand. Tell Abuelo I said hola, please?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Of course I will."

I smile down the phone. "Goodbye. Oh and gracias."

The phone call comes to an end and I stand there, frozen as I hold my phone in place. I want to break down and cry, but I don't. I do what any normal girl would do.

I flick my hair, light a zoot and strut my ass into the party.

"Wooohooooo! This is so much fun!" Anna screams as she sits on a kitchen counter, downing a bottle of wine.

I giggle as I do another line. We told the boys we'd meet them in the kitchen, so here we are, waiting for them.

"Where the fuck are they?" I moan, wanting to get out and dance, or move in any way shape of form, my body doesn't want to stand still.

"If by they you mean us, then we are here, little red."

Sin and Jagger walk into the room, Jagger holding a six pack of beer, Sin holding nothing.

I grin, wrapping my arms round him. "I misseddd youuuuuu."

"Are you high? Already? Are you okay in the head?" He pulls back, holding me at a distance, looking me up and down.

Arianna and Jagger engage in some conversation whilst opening a bottle of beer each.

I bite my lip, feeling nervous under Sin's glare.

"It's a par..party, Sin. I'm having fun. What, no I mean, why. Why are you so, um, judgemental me? Your judging me."

"Because your fucking wasted. You've only been here five minutes, Lina."

Another guy stumbles into the kitchen, eyeing me and up and down. "Hello sweetheart. Nice shorts."

Rolling my eyes, I climb up onto the counter, swinging my legs as I sit comfortably. "I'm not interested."

"Get the fuck away, she said she isn't interested, mate." Sin practically growls, before grabbing my face roughly and kissing me.

I push him off me, feeling slightly more sober now that I am pissed off.

The stranger leaves as I frown angrily at Sin. "What the fuck was that?"

"Marking my territory, I didn't like how he was staring at you." Sin shrugs, acting as if the way he just treated me wasn't the biggest dick move ever.

I laugh. "Marking your territory? Are you fucking okay in the head? And he was staring at me because I look fucking hot, that's why."

"He was staring at you because you look like a slut." Sin replies, looking at my somewhat revealing bodysuit and tight shorts.

I bite my lip. Is he drunk? This isn't my Sin, this isn't how he acts and it's fucking disgusting. I feel sick, I want to be sick.

"Fuck you Sin. Take your jealous ass anywhere, because I'm going to go have a party. Who knows, maybe I'll go find that guy."

Sin grabs my hand. "No. You wouldn't dare. I didn't mean it, I just..."

"Listen, Sin. I am not your girlfriend. Nor am I some possession of yours. I can do what I want, when I want and who I want. Do you understand? Now leave me the fuck alone, because I'm about to go in there and have some fun." I tell him, before letting go of his hand and storming out the kitchen.

I cannot believe that happened. Like, literally, my brain cannot process that. That wasn't Sin. That's not how Sin acts. It's how he used to act, before he learned how not to be a dickhead.

I head out to the dancefloor, very pissed off. Arianna follows me out soon later, encouraging me to dance, which I do so.

After around ten minutes of dancing, Arianna pulls another baggie out of her pocket. This one contains two circular orange pills, both decorated with the face of Rick and Morty.

I swallow mine dry. On the other hand, Anna breaks hers in half, only taking a piece of it whilst hiding the other in her bra.

We dance for a bit longer, swaying our hips to the music. However, Arianna decides to be a bitch and leave me alone as she wants to go see Jagger.

"You don't look like a slut. You look hot. Really hot. And I'm a dickhead." Sin yells over the music.

Where did he come from? He's right, I look hot. I also feel hot, in a sweaty, not nice kind of way.

Fuck. He also looks hot.

"Yes youuuuu ahhhhh are. I agreeee. Wosh, wish. Soah. I mean woah. Everything's speedy, speeding!" I tell him, giggling nonstop.

He stops my dancing, putting his hands on my waist. "Lina? Lina are you okay?

"I'm grrreat." I slur, my body tingling at his touch.

He shakes his head. "What have you taken? We need to get you home.. we need to..."

"No. No. Have fun. Dance with me. Let me live out my dream Damon and Elena experience." I giggle, referencing the Vampire Diaries.

As if I was psychic, the song Feel So Close by Calvin Harris begins playing.

"I'm gonna pretend you areeee. I mean. Um. Are nor a dick and your going to dance with me." I say, putting his hands on my hips as I grind to the music.

We jump up and down when the beat drops, grinding and swaying to the song. Someone is smoking weed in the room, the smoke spreading throughout the disco.

Sin runs my fingers through his hair as his hands run down my body.

I begin to feel hot and dizzy, my head hurts and my throat feels really painfully sore. But here I am, dancing with the guy I llllll.... like. And I'm happy.

Sin holds my hands, our fingers entwined as we shimmy and grind against each other to the music.

When the song finishes, we walk back to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry for being a dickhead to you. I got jealous and reacted badly." He says, but his voice sounds like the chipmunks on crack to me.

I nod, my jaw feeling jittery.

"Is ok. Is ok. Is ok. Gim me a kiss." I stutter, my eyes hurting, my whole body hurting.

Sin's face fills with worry as he hands me a bottle of ice cold water. He takes the lid off and puts it to my lips, making me take tiny little sips.

"You've taken too much. I'm getting you home." He says, picking me up like a baby.

I giggle. "Knight in shining armour."

"Sure, Lina. Sure." He half-laughs, still looking very worried.

Feeling light-headed and slightly nauseated, I close my eyes. I need to sleep, I'm so exhausted.

****
My head aches. Actually, ache is an understatement. It feels like someone has found a brick wall and continually smashed my head against it until they got out of breath.

I sit up, holding a hand to my head. On the pillow beside me, there is a little hand-written green post it note.

Gone to work. See you later little red. Take it easy today x

I smile, folding up the post it note. It's strange that he's working in the morning at a pub. I guess they do sell breakfast there, so that's probably why.

Heading to the fridge, I let out a groan as every step literally kills my body. And the worse thing is, my brain is just telling me that the one way to relieve the pain is to take more.

I sigh as I sip from a cold water bottle, grabbing my phone to have a look through my messages.

Before I open my three notifications, I click onto my camera roll. I have barely anything on my camera roll, mainly a spam of photos of Rhiannon and me since we met.

A little smile creeps onto my face as I see a photo of us when we were thirteen, posing with some sexy swim hats and goggles on our head. And another one from when were ten or eleven, her dressed as Barbie for a halloween party and me dressed as Wednesday Addams.

Something pangs in my chest, causing me to click off the camera roll and open my messages instead.

Abuela: Hola nieta. Here's the link to the College you go to.

Will go to, abuela, will go to. I sigh again, but click on the link.

Surprise surprise, it doesn't work.

I groan in annoyance as I grab my laptop.

It's dead.

For fucks sake. I'm sure Sin wouldn't mind if I borrow his, seeing as any interesting stuff are blocked on the laptops anyway.

I grab his laptop and search up the name of the college, feeling kinda anxious and apprehensive. It's scary enough moving, but changing colleges, having to settle in again etc is even worse.

My jaw drops as the images face me. In all honesty, it is beautiful.

I thought this place was rich, but this college is next level. Though I guess I'll have to prepare myself for the rich life, because as far as I'm aware, my Abuela and Abuelo are still loaded.

It's halfway between Barcelona and Vila Nova De Cedri. It has acres of green land, with huge football and basketball courts and the biggest swimming pool I have seen in my life. The music rooms are fucking amazing, with proper recording and sound systems and more.

Safe to say I have fell in love with a building.

On the topic of being in love, I glance to the end of the bed and feel guiltily sick. I need to work out how to tell Sin and the others. If Rhiannon and I were speaking, I would totally go to her for help, but that isn't an option.

The nauseous feeling I had earlier comes back up my throat. I close the laptop, dumping it back where it was before running to the toilet.

"Ew." I wipe my mouth after being sick. Pretty certain this is why they say not to do drugs, kids.

Sitting by the toilet, I try to resist the urge to have a smoke. The idea of weed filling me sounds like bliss, but it's like my bloodstreams wants, fuck, craves more.

I bite my lip worryingly, leaning against the wall.

What the fuck have I got myself into?

~~~~~
Please do not do drugs. I feel like a lot of shows really glamorise it, but it isn't the case at all and I'm trying to portray this in my book- I will be portraying the worst side of it even more in the sequel.

The sequel! God, that sounds so scary to me. My babies are growing up :(

Talking about growing, isn't Lina changing!

And talking about Lina, she's moving to Spain? NEXT WEEK?

What???

What will happen to Catasin?
Will Lina and Rhiannon become friends again?
Was Sin really at work?

Find out next time ;)