MIDNIGHT SKY.
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⌞ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 .ᐟ ⌝

    Yesterday had yesterdayed the fuck out of Saige. It was one of the underlying reasons as to why she was so keen and insistent on girl's night at the club. No overthinking. No Drew. Just tequila, loud music to drown out her thoughts, and maybe forgetting for a while. She just had enough of the weight of everything, especially Drew's mixed signals.

    If she had to describe Drew in one word, it would be confusingandindecisiveasfuck. Yet, she still liked him. Wanted him. Very much. And she hated how much she didn't care if he hurt her.

    Tonight's plan was simple: get drunk and shake off everything he made her feel, just for tonight.

    By the time Saige and the girls—Raella, Madison, and Madelyn—stepped into the club, it was nearing ten. The bass reverberated through the room, and the flashing lights practicslly blinded the fuck out of Saige. But it was exactly the kind of distraction she needed.

    "This is a boys-free night so let's make it count!" Raella declared, raising her glass as the girls gathered at the bar.

    The girls clinked their shot glasses before downing their tequila. Saige shut her eyes close as the burning sensation hit her throat. She needed this—a night away from him and his intricate web of unresolved issues.

    "Dude, just tell us what went down with Drew," Madison nudged her as Saige ordered another round of shots. "And maybe pace yourself on the drinks?"

    "It's nothing tequila can't fix." Saige waved her off. "Tonight's on me, okay?"

    The girls exchanged knowing glances but let her lead the charge, joining her for every round of drinks she ordered. As Saige continued to down more shots, the music pulsed louder and louder, wrapping her in a dizzy, carefree haze.

    "OMG, I love this song!" Saige shrieked, bellowing them to join her on the dance floor. "Come on, let's dance!"

    For the first time in weeks, the weight on her chest began to lift, replaced by the fuzzy euphoria of tipsiness. She didn't care what was gonna happen tonight; all she wanted was to get wasted and maybe find a guy to flirt with, in hopes of forgetting Drew fucking Starkey.

    "Wait, I'll be back!" Saige called out to the girls, though they didn't seem to hear. Shrugging, Saige made her way back to the bar for another shot.

    The night was in full swing, music thumping in her ears. She was determined to keep the buzz going no matter what. She knew this was gonna end badly by the end of fhe night. But she didn't care. Not right now.

    "Tequila, please." She mumbled, leaning heavily against the counter.

    Yet, even with the buzz, Drew still lingered in her mind, unshakable.

    "Drew, Drew, Drew." She muttered to herself.

    Before her drink arrived, a smooth voice cut through her haze. "You look like you're having a good night."

    Saige turned to see a guy standing next to her. He had tousled dark hair, blue eyes, and a British accent that instantly made her smile.

    "Trying to." She replied, her lips curving upward.

    "Well, I hope you're doing a good job trying." He held out his hand. "I'm Jonah. And you are?"

    "Saige." She shook his hand, her grip firm. "And what brings you to my side of the bar, Jonah?"

    He chuckled, leaning casually on the counter. "Figured you might need someone to talk to before alcohol poisoning hits you."

    She smirked, tilting her head. "And what makes you think I need company?"

    "Just a hunch," Jonah grinned. "Plus, you don't seem like the type to turn down a good chat."

    Their exchange flowed naturally, Jonah's quick wit keeping Saige entertained. He was funny, warm, and easy to talk to. For a few moments, it felt like her feelings for Drew was nonexistent.

    "You've got trouble written all over you." Jonah commented, his voice laced with amusement.

    Saige beamed, swirling her drink. "Maybe. But only if you're into that kind of thing."

    Jonah's smile softened. "Yeah but not drunk women." His tone was teasing but genuine, and the comment caught her off guard.

    She blinked, then laughed. "Wow, that's a first."

    "What can I say? I like my trouble sober." He raised his glass in a mock toast.

    Saige found herself genuinely smiling, the first real one of the night. Jonah wasn't just a distraction—he was nice, and she appreciated that more than she expected.

    As their conversation deepened, she found herself leaning in slightly, her inhibitions softened by the tequila but her interest sharpened by his charm.

    They were locked in a moment, his hand brushing hers as he leaned in to say something else until a familiar voice cuts through them like a sharp knife.

    "Saige."

    "Oh, for fuck's sake." Saige muttered under her breath.

    Jonah raised a brow. "Friend of yours?"

    "No." She said quickly, but Drew stepped closer, ignoring her response.

    "I'm her boyfriend."

    Jonah's expression softened, and he stepped back, raising his hands in surrender. "Got it, mate. Didn't mean to intrude." He gave Saige a kind smile before stepping away. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

    "Be seeing ya!" Saige watched as he disappeared through the crowd before turning to Drew, glowering at him. "What the fuck are you doing here? This was supposed to be girl's night!" She complained, her words slightly slurred.

    "You're drunk." Drew said matter-of-factly. "You're done." His voice was calm but firm.

    Saige narrowed her eyes at him. "Stop telling me what to do! This was supposed to be a 'me-time' situation."

    "Maddie called me."

    "Cline or Bailey?"

    "The first one." Drew answered, exhaling sharply. "She said you disappeared and that you were bothered by something that happened yesterday. Called me to check on you since you wouldn't talk to them. So, here I am."

    "I went to the bar, not the Bermuda Triangle." She retorted, snickering before downing another shot.

    "And found yourself a guy," Drew muttered, his eyes darkening. "You okay?"

    "I was until you interrupted my flirting session." She rolled her eyes. "His accent was nice." She pouted.

    "Oh, yeah?" Drew grumbled. "Come on, let's get you home."

    "No!" Saige protested like a kid. "I'm not even done yet." She then raised her hands up to the bartender, about to order another shot.

    "You're done." Drew said firmly, grabbing her waist and hoisting her out of her seat. "Come on." He guided Saige toward the exit of the club. Outside, the girls were waiting, concern etched on their faces.

    "I'll let her crash at my place." Drew informed them.

    "She okay?" Madelyn frowned. "What exactly did you do to her? Jesus, Drew."

    Drew sighed in defeat. "I have to get her home. JD's waiting for you in Madison's car."

    "You better take care of my cousin, Drew!" Raella exclaimed as Madison ushered her toward the car. "If you don't, I will personally shave your eyebrows."

    Drew chuckled at that before leading Saige to his car parked nearby. She was mumbling things under her breathe, inaudible to him. As he helped her settle into the passenger seat, she suddenly doubled over, heaving in parking lot. Drew muttered a curse under his breath but quickly moved to hold her hair back.

    "Yeah, that's what you get." Drew told her playfully, holding her hair back and rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

    A few moments later, Saige finally straightened up and wiped her mouth with a napkin Drew handed her. "This is totally a good first date anecdote." She said with a weak laugh as Drew shook his head at her, helping her back into the car. "My throat feels disgusting."

    "Yeah?" Drew echoed, starting the engine and steering out of the parking lot.

    Saige giggled softly then turned serious, her gaze unfocused as she stared at him. "You're so confusing, you know that? Like, do you even know what you're doing to me?" Her eyes fluttered shut as she spoke. "I like you but you just— ugh! You play with my feelings." She pouted.

    Drew opened his mouth to respond, but she waved him off, her drunken bravado fully kickijg in. "No, seriously. Do you care about me? Or am I just some fun distraction for you when you're bored or I don't know... lonely?"

    Drew's brows furrowed, his lips parting to say something but Saige didn't let him. "I know you're still hung up on her—on Daniela or whatever—but damn it, I still..." She trailed off, her voice cracking slightly. "I still risk it like an idiot."

    A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, laughing awkwardly. "Shut up, Saige." She mumbled to herself. "Sorry, Starkey. That was way too honest. Blame it on the tequila."

    The weight of her words hung in the air, and Drew said nothing, letting the silence fill the space between them.

    When they arrived in his apartment, Drew carefully guided her to his bed, handing her a glass of water—ice cold, just as she liked.

    "Saige—" Drew began, his jaw tightenening.

    "Nope!" She interrupted him. "Don't do that."

    "You have to or else you'll get dehydrated."

    "Are you my doctor?" Saige raised a brow as an act of defiance. "But fine."

    After taking a big gulp, Drew had set the glass on the bedside table and let Saige lie back. As he was about to leave the room, her soft voice halted him in his tracks.

   "Don't do that, okay?" Saige whispered. "Act like you care about me."

    "I do care about you," Drew replied, his tone steady. After realizing she wasn't going to register his words, he added, "we'll talk tomorrow, Just get some rest."

    Saige nodded slowly, letting him win this time. As sleep began to pull her under, the last thing she felt was the soft press of his lips against her forehead.

    "Goodnight, Saige."

GWYN'S NOTE.
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you guys asked and i shall deliver! this won't be the last time you'll see jonah so stay tuned for more of jealous drew ;)

also, idk why but i imagined him as jonah hauer-king when i wrote this but you guys are free to picture him as whoever you want.

ily x