SOPHMORE YEAR

CHAPTER ELEVEN

We walked into the room, and I couldn't help but stare at Liam.

 "Soo..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

DRUNK ME IS QUIET

"Um... I guess—" I hesitated, my cheeks flushing. "I've never had my first kiss before." (He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.)
"So forgive me for being bad at it," I continued, my heart racing. "I've only ever kissed my pillow... my—" Suddenly, he put his hand around my waist and drew me closer to him.
Our foreheads were an inch apart, the air thick with anticipation. I bit my lip hard to stop myself from smiling, and then... he kissed me.
He kissed well, like he knew exactly what he was doing. It was just a normal kiss at first, but then I pulled him in for more. He tasted amazing, like minty fresh and kinda good. His hot cologne wafted up, making me dizzy with desire.
I laid my hands on his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my fingertips. The kiss got deeper, Liam trying to find his way into my mouth, and I opened it for him. We moved in sync.
The kiss was magical, like time had stopped. He knew exactly how to do it, just well enough to leave me breathless.
But our moment was short-lived. A text on his phone made him look worried, and he stood up. "Wait for me," he told me, giving me his famous wink. God, why was he so hot?
I lay on the bed, waiting for him, trying to process what had just happened. I JUST KISSED SOMEONE... AND ON THE LIPS! I pushed the thought away, not wanting to regret it.
Then, chaos erupted outside. People's feet pounded the ground, and someone shouted, "POLICE! EVERYONE RUN!"
Everyone scrambled to their feet, but I just lay there, trying to get myself up. Unfortunately, some students had smuggled illegal drugs into the party, and the police had found out.
"Drey, RUN!" Liam poked his head into the room and took off, with kids hot on his heels. The asshole thought I'd catch up with him.
I tried to stand, but my drunk self felt like the room was spinning. I fell to the ground, waiting for the police to come and take me away.
As I lay there, I started singing "I'm Coming Home" out of boredom. Drunk me was actually pretty fun and free.
Suddenly, someone called my name and barged into the room. "Drey!" But I didn't respond.
The person scooped me up in their arms, and everything went black
Do you know who saved poor Drey?