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Carla shouldn't even be affected by this.

Not even a little bit. Whatever came over her, she wanted it gone, and now. Her hand gripped slightly onto the small and slim pint of alcohol. She didn't drink the strong liquid yet, though. Hell, Carla didn't even know what to do. Should she drink the pain away? She was currently at a nightclub; the songs booming out loud and the bass echoing in her ears continuously. Carla may have felt lonely, but she wasn't looking for company. As the music blared, she quietly thought to herself if coming here was a good idea. But then again, she didn't want anyone to find her, and going to the least obvious places could help her out.

Her phone rang multiple times, but she didn't answer. The calls were probably from Lachlan anyway. Carla rubbed her temples and groaned at the effects of the blaring music. This was all too much for her to take in. Hearing her phone vibrate one more time made her snap and she angrily picked it up and checked it. Her eyes softened at the recent contact, though. Mitch.

The others were obviously texts and calls from Lachlan, but the most recent calls were from Mitch. Carla hesitantly pressed on the screen and waited.
"Oh thank god you answered!" He said from the other end of the line.

"Hi. . ." Carla pressed her lips into a thin line as she walked into the bathroom.

"Where are you? I hear music. Are you-"

"If you're helping Lachlan then please do me a favor and tell him to leave me alone." Carla growled.

"No not at all!" Mitch answered sincerely.

Carla stared at herself in the mirror and sighed, "Alright, I believe you. . ."

"Thanks, you know, for not hanging up." Mitch said.

"No problem. . . Ask away." Carla leaned against the sink's counter.

"You're at a night club, correct?" Mitch asked.

"Yes, I am." Carla looked around aimlessly. "I thought it was obvious."

"The one in the city, right?"

"The one and only, yes."

"Alright, don't leave. I'll be there soon." Carla was about to hang up until, "Hey wait."

Carla raised an eyebrow and wiped a lingering tear stuck on her cheek, "Yeah?"

"Are you. . . Are you feeling alright? Not just from Lachlan but. . . Mentally?" Carla could basically feel the longing in his voice.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. . . Thanks for asking."

Carla hung up and put away her phone with her free hand. She shut her eyes tightly and angrily threw the pills that were in her hand onto the bathroom's tile floor. Her knees buckled and sat against the bathroom walls; a shaky hand covering her quivering lips, "No.

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" I'm really not okay. "

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-Author's Note-

*EDIT: I FIXED IT SO HA

BTW SPRING BREAK

GOTTA WRITE THINGS :00