Love me. Choose me.

{7} Love me

I felt like my whole universe was spinning before me, a burning sensation in the back of my throat making it hard to swallow the lump that had suddenly formed there. My heart pounded so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest at any moment, leaving me to drop dead on the spot.

This can’t be happening. It can’t. How many shots did I take?

Three, four, five… no, wait, six… maybe seven. My head was still a little fuzzy from the shots, but I knew I’d definitely drunk something more potent than a regular cup of coffee this morning, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet!

I reached for another shot from the table and raised it to my lips, but Trent held my hand and slowly took the cup from me, returning it to the table. "Stop drinking, you're already intoxicated."

"What's with her?" Dylan asked, sounding surprised. "All we did was talk her into taking a glass, not twelve."

"And you watched her consume it; you didn't stop her," the dark-haired boy said.

"Where did you get this douchebag from, Trent?" the blonde girl asked.

My vision blurred, and as the world started to move a little slower, I couldn't quite grasp what she had said. "Huh... What?"

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My eyes snapped open, my gaze fixed on an unfamiliar ceiling. I slowly lifted myself from the bed, a terrible headache greeting me as the ray of light from the window hit my eyes, revealing a dark blue sky and fluffy white clouds. I didn't realize how dazed I had been until the sight made me jump to sit upright.

Oh shit! Where am I?

I gently climbed down from the bed, accidentally stepping on someone and tripping, falling face-first into the figure. My face embedded in a soft duvet garnished with a familiar cologne. I winced as my headache threw me off balance again.

"Whoa, there!" A masculine voice yelped, one I had grown accustomed to and one that brought a certain comfort to my nerves. “Always watch where you're going. You look like you could use a good nap after all that alcohol you consumed yesterday."

I sat upright in confusion, looking around for a second before noticing a pair of hazelnut eyes right opposite mine, instantly realizing where I was.

The room was simple, similar to my dorm but a little bigger. Two white beds with the same kind of duvet covering each of them stood against a wall on both sides of the room.

"Shane," I mumbled softly as realization dawned upon me and the memories of everything that happened the previous night came back. "Where am I?"

"You're back on campus. At my dorm," Shane replied in his usual monotone, though his expression turned slightly worried as he noticed me starting to get dizzy. "Careful. You look like you're about to pass out."

"What happened?" My head started to spin with stinging pains. I could tell by looking at him that Shane was taken aback by my sudden question, his eyes narrowing at the sound. "Don't you remember any of what happened last night?"

"No. It's all blurry, but... yeah, I'm pretty sure I had some drinks. I was out late. What happened?"

"You went to a club like I predicted with that douchebag. You got drunk, that's what happened." Shane rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"What about Trent?" I asked, plopping down on the bed with my fingers crossed on my forehead.

"You mean the guy that wanted to take advantage of you?" he blurted out. "I don't know why you trust people, especially guys." He sounded disgusted, and I had to stifle the urge to snort at how ridiculous he sounded.

I winced at the throbbing pain emerging from my head. My gaze drifted to my attire, and my jaw dropped. Wrapping my hands around my chest, my cheeks burned in embarrassment. "What happened to my clothes? Why am I wearing pajamas?" I questioned, my voice trembling slightly.

He sighed with an eye roll. "Those are my pajamas. You threw up on your clothes," he muttered, looking away. I noticed for the first time that his hair was messier than usual, as though it hadn't been combed since yesterday morning. There were bags under his eyes as well. He took a seat at the desk secluded in the corner of the room.

I scrutinized him. "What happened to you? You look like you just walked out of a wrestling match," I commented. The corners of his mouth pulled downward with a frown before he turned to face me.

"It's nothing," he answered softly. My breath hitched at his response; I was sure he wasn't telling the truth. I swallowed nervously, then spoke again.

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" My voice shook ever so slightly as I tried not to let my emotions get the best of me. I had no idea how he would respond.

He flinched at my persistent questions and then stood up. "You should go to your dorm. I don't want my roommate to see you. He'll be here soon."

I gulped in realization and turned towards the door. I stretched my hand forward to grab the knob, but it creaked open with the premium view of Dylan standing opposite me, his eyes peering at me in puzzlement.

I tilted my head in embarrassment as my cheeks flushed. I stepped a little away from the door, and without offering a word to me, he walked in and sat on the bed opposite Shane. I rushed out of the room and closed the door hastily. A cold chill crept up in me, causing beads of sweat on my forehead. I looked back at the door in disgust and sluggishly continued my steps down the hallway.

Dylan is Shane's roommate? How did I not know?

Hey yo

This chapter came out a bit quickly, as I'm still struggling with the description. I gat the ideas in my head but putting them down is kind of bumpy, but love conquers all.
For our obsessed protagonist, love is confusing. Lol😂

Questions: How's the story so far? Who's your favorite character?

What do you think happened, that made Noelle end up in Shane's room?