diverge | central cee [sequel]

dreams

adriana's pov

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"papa, i'm home!" i shouted as i locked the front door behind me. i hoisted my cheer bag over my shoulder and walked to the kitchen. dad's not home. i shrugged. i'm used to this.

my house was awfully quiet and eerie. the sun shined through my living room windows. it must be sometime after school, right?

i graduated though. i took myself upstairs. the closer i walked to my room, i more i felt like i shouldn't be here. my vision began skipping.

"adriana"

a voice came from my room and i knew who it belonged to. undoubtedly, it was oakley's voice. as soon as i heard him, i felt my heart warm.

"oakley--" i whispered to myself. i dropped my cheer bag in excitement and ran to my room. i opened my bedroom door and saw oakley.

he was just standing there; as if he'd been waiting for me. his hands were tucked behind his back. with excitement, i ran into his arms. "oakley, i miss you so much" i cooed into his neck as i held him.

within seconds, i felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. i felt weak in my knees. "oakley, w-what are you doing?" i looked up at him as i felt to my knees.

my hand slowly searched my stomach for the pain. oakley had stabbed me. he looked down at me with tears in his eyes. "i'm sorry adriana" oakley mumbled as he stared daggers into my soul.

. . .

my eyes shot open. it was just a dream. i felt myself wake up to the sound of the chatter of guys around me. "shut up, you're gonna wake her!" i heard a guy say.

 i realized i was laying on a couch. it all came back to me: the freshman mixer last night. i quickly sat up and turned around to observe my surroundings.

i saw a guy that looked familiar. alvaro, i think. i must've met him at the mixer. and another guy standing beside him who i undeniably knew.

"good morning sleeping beauty" zola smirked. he stood in front of the couch, shirtless, with grey sweats on. he held a monster energy drink in his hand.

"what are y'all doing in my dorm?" i asked, still groggy from waking up. "this is my dorm. yours is down the hall" zola replied. "someone got white girl wasted and crashed here" alvaro snickered.

"what time is it?" i asked, standing myself up. "11 o'clock" zola looked at his phone. my classes start in an hour. i groaned as i walked past zola.

 "come back anytime" zola shouted as i slammed the door behind me.