Constrictor

Chapter 5

"Where are we going?" Makayla slurs her words, I can tell she is drunk.

Dylin ignores her question and keeps his eyes on the road. I don't know what happened between us and I'm extremely confused.

I look over at him and he is eyes ceased to meet mine. Did I do something wrong? I turn my attention to look out the passenger window and away from Dylin. When we reach the campus Makayla is passed out in the back seat.

"How is Caleb going to get back?" he looks at me through the corner of my eyes and I look at him.

"He has friends that go there, he never rides back with us."

Why is he so irritated? If anyone is to be irritated it should be me. I was the one half raped back there. The images of the drunken man surfaces in my head and I feel I might vomit.

"oh"

As we make our way to mine and Makaylas dorm I remember when Dylin asked me on that date.

"Well I'm sorry tonight turned out like it did." he scratches the back of his neck . I smile at him to try to get him to lighten up as they told me the day before.

"It was better than I had planed anyway." in the movies someone usually dies at a night club, but I am alive.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow." he waits for us to get settled in our dorm before actually leaving.

Makayla is cocooned in her bed with the pillow practically smothering her face. I slip on my pajamas and brush my teeth before I head to bed. I still have a easy due and I have yet to start on that. I sure hope there isn't a second day celebration. Before I can fantasize anymore, I drift off to sleep.

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"Heather! Heather wake up." I am awoken by Makayla shaking me by my shoulders.

I wipe my eyes with the back of my hands. "What time is it?"

"7:20" she adds shoving her English book in her bag.

Shit! I overslept! I put my phone on silent before I went to that party, I must have forgotten to take it off before I went to bed.

I rush over to my dresser and pull on a green t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Hurry up we are going to be late" Makayla is ready and standing by the door.

I shove my phone in my bag and slide on my black toms.

"Ready." I say letting out a huge breath.

Her eyes widen at the sight of my head . "What about your hair?"

"Ugh!" I run to the bathroom to take in my hair.

I brush it out and put it in a side braid. I leave out some of my bangs to add a little bit of flair to my casual look. I walk back to Makayla who is on her phone, obviously annoyed by my tardiness.

"Now, I'm ready."

"Great, now lets go" she opens the door and walks down the hall. She walks pretty fast to have been drinking last night.

As I reach American History I wave goodbye to Makayla and take my seat in the back again.

Mrs. Krook takes a seat at her desk and massages her temples with her fingers. This can't possibly be good.

"Okay everyone Today is gonna be kind of busy so I don't want any shenanigans, if you choose to be funny, snicker, or laugh under your breath..." she points towards the exit. "there's the door."