Matthew Espinosa//My best friend

Chapter Sixty Seven

Shawn's POV:

I woke up and I had no idea where i was. I was lying on the floor of some bedroom with unknown strangers passed out a few feet away from me.

The sun that came through the window was burning my eyes, and my head was pounding. I couldn't remember a thing from last night. All I remember was that i was at a party with Matt.

I fished around the room for my phone, I found it and discovered that i had 14 missed calls from Amelia.

"Shit." i said to myself.

I immediately called her back, and she answered within seconds.

"Shawn, are you okay? where are you? you didn't come back to the hotel last night, and I'm really worried." she said in a nervous tone.

"babe, I'm fine." i said.

"at least, I think I am." I added.

"what happened last night?"

"I honestly don't remember."

I sat there for a moment trying hard to thing about what even happened.

"well why didn't you come home when Matt did last night?"

I assumed Matt was still with me.

"wait, did Matt leave me here last night?" I asked her.

"it sounds like it." she said.

"I'm leaving this place now, I'll see you at the hotel in a bit."

"Shawn you don't have a car if Matt left, you came together."

"oh yeah, you're right."

"I'll come and get you, text me the address. I'm leaving now."

"okay. I love you."

"I love you too, I'll be there soon." she said hanging up.

Matt's POV:

Shawn thinks i want to be friends again. well he's fucking dumb. this is all part of my plan to win Amelia back.

I took him to a party last night, and the cocaine was just the start of it. i slipped a ruffy in his drink, and now he doesn't remember shit from last night. well, I don't either considering I left him there.

Hopefully, Amelia will be mad at him and they will get into a fight. and when they do get into a fight i will be here for Amelia and I will look like the good guy.

Shawn is so easy to mess with. he needs to stop trusting people so easily.

Amelia's POV:

I walked into the trashed house, and began looking for Shawn. there were people passed out on couches, and floors and all throughout the house. I was walking overtop of them, trying not to step on them.

some guy that I thought was sleeping, reached up and grabbed my leg.

"what's your name hot stuff?" he said.

"don't touch me." i said walking away from his grip.

I continued searching the house for Shawn.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, from behind. I smiled, knowing it was Shawn, and turned around to face him. I saw that it wasn't Shawn, it was that creepy guy who grabbed my leg.

"ew, what the hell? get off of me." i said trying to release from his grip.

"you're not going anywhere, babe." he said kissing my neck and tightening his grip.

I let out a scream, but he quickly covered up my mouth with his hand.

"get your hands off of my girl, right now." I look over and see Shawn standing there.